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The marks of the bastard are carved upon my skin

My curse I'm left with this cross of Judas I bear

Here men have the power of demons

Death itself an illusion left to see flesh devoured

Now seen through a god's eyes

Salvation through death In a field of blood

Consume my being now sealed with

A serpent's kiss

The marks of the bastard are carved upon my skin

Into the field of Akeldama I descend

Oh morning star cast your shadow down upon me

Walking thy narrow path between

Divinity and trickery

Salvation through death in a field of blood

Wheels of deceit have been set into motion

Daemon in me betrayed a King

Hung and bled for all humanity

This guilt consuming me

A resurrection or just a dream

Either way or fate remains

I descend....