The Year Of The Bastard
by Snowblood· from Being And Becoming
Egotism fills the room: the fix is in
An ode to vanity: all is surface
Let the dead bury the dead: Deus Caritas Est
Born as a sacrifice, but I will kill all violence
Redemption comes to me on wings of fire
Like a pierced soul, I bleed into the sky
The year of the bastard