Sanctuary In Misery کے بول

Born of obsession The masters will embodied Spawned by seeds of blasphemy The chosen one's conception Fallen grace, fallen again Persecuted, hunted, ruthless and endless My pursuers are many Alone, my sanctuary in misery Fallen grace, fallen again A fleeting moments passing Rejections, endless torment from those that bore me From they that shall forsake me Forlorn, beset with legions of anguish Torn apart, festering, my soul Persecuted, hunted, ruthless and endless Could I have been their savior Now alone, sanctuary in misery