Текст песни My Personal Murderer - Crawling Son

Here inside your heart
Brother of bones and mud
There's blood
There's no love

Man of a violet pool
Of river to lave the cruel
Be blind
Play the fool

Because of a boiling star
You came here to serve the harm
Seed of the crawling son
Delivering lying one

Someone who agonized
Being that ceased to rise
Has sown
Devouring lights

Poor from weeping land
Touched by the golden hand
Ascend
And overwhelm

Because of a boiling star
You came here to serve the harm
Seed of the crawling son
Delivering lying one