Heretique — Tristania

Let us be the ones to put the thorn in thy eye ...let us be the ones

Squalid the weak stumbles Through all of life's obscurities Lost in sacriliege Revere the name Accept the modesty

Falter through speres of the pain Exhausted hours... Exhausted hours

Nothing from thy world will remain thine Except the very priviliege to die Squalid the weak stumbles... Orgasmic Mass Hysteria! You're creeping for a charlatan god Awake...