A canvas spread before the beast
The ink that will spill will be echoed in blood
Shed from this vessel itself
I won’t relent from my wretched game
Years of torment and shame
You’ll never be quite the same
New pathways and routes will be formed
The bridges left behind swallowed in flames
To me it’s all just a game
I will not stop until you are insane
And evеry waking moment strife
I’m taking control of your life
Thеse awful fingers ruling every inch of your life
Trapped in the past yet sentenced to an unbearable future
Echoes of mothers and fathers, ancestors, a collective
The spirit that haunts, possesses and finally destroys
A canvas spread before the beast
The ink that will spill will be echoed in blood
Shed from this vessel itself
I won’t relent from my wretched game
Years of torment and shame
You’ll never be quite the same
New pathways and routes will be formed
The bridges left behind swallowed in flames
To me it’s all just a game
I will not stop until you are insane
And every waking moment strife
I’m taking control of your life
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Tableau Mort Lyrics – Blood Echoes