Agdron

Labor of Love

Agdron


What is life's greatest illusion?

Devoted child
You'll do as she says
Kill with conviction
Herald of pain

No hesitation
Delivering death
A blade in the shadows
Instrument of despair

Naked in darkness
You become her
Both mother and child
Innocence lost

Fall from grace
And embrace sit his
For the black sacrament
Has been performed

Slitting the throat
Feel no remorse
Murder is sacred
Such is her will
Suffering

Tangled within
The womb of your mother
You will become
A perfect example

Embraced by her glory
Always a child
You will endure
This labor of love

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