Paroles de Labor of Love

What is life's greatest illusion? Devoted child You'll do as she says Kill with conviction Herald of pain No hesitation Delivering death A blade in the shadows Instrument of despair Naked in darkness You become her Both mother and child Innocence lost Fall from grace And embrace sit his For the black sacrament Has been performed Slitting the throat Feel no remorse Murder is sacred Such is her will Suffering Tangled within The womb of your mother You will become A perfect example Embraced by her glory Always a child You will endure This labor of love Welcome home