Marduk - Blessed Unholy

From world Funeral Like a shadow of my pain You’re my scourge, my misery like a constant rain The splinter in my brain, driving me insane Searching for truths you say doesn’t exist Come inside your shelter of soulkilling mist Before I do that I’d rather die, now feel my fist You’re new and improved - so we’re told But truth unfold, behold - to you we’re cold All who died for you - was it only for their sins Better you than me - that am where my sanity begins If you are the lamb, the gentle and