Ways Of A Parasite — Thyrfing

In the filth of your failure, still suppresive The overlord's standing supreme Wounded through time, still it's breeding Your beckon call ignored

Not of the divine, still it's drinking your wine A parasites' vanquish in the light You are the well that waters his hatred Upon your sins he is feeding

The sins you made when Adam got laid Your life is a bitch because Eve got paid

...and the truth shall set you free...

Liar This blade I give to thee I put my trust in you Deep in you May your blood keep it warm

Liar The ways of the parasite not for your eyes to see As your icon withers Odin carries the prophecy