Old Lies - This Gift Is A Curse

I be the truth / With all teeth fixed in

Disciple of bitterness / The inhere of the blackest of Light

I be the lies / Within the holiest of scripts

Guardians of the fall / Keepers of venomous faith

We breathe fire into these dead words

We keep your secrets safe in the abyss

We breathe fire into these dead words

We keep your secrets safe in the abyss

Bring down fire from the heavens / You inducer of undying shadows

Bring down fire from the heavens / You bellwether of absolute night

I will be your will / The Hand that turn the knife

Disciple of serpents / Charmer of the purest of dark

I be the end / Believe me when I claim: «I will be no lie — as I will never

speak the truth»

Within deceptive thoughts / Deceptive thoughts