Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Betrayal Unforetold, artist - Inferi. Album song The Path of Apotheosis, in the genre
Date of issue: 25.01.2014
Record label: The Artisan Era
Song language: English
A Betrayal Unforetold |
Planted are the seeds that will carry out the deeds |
For the deity’s plot bestows knowledge to the slaves |
And a path to be paved for his majesty to burn like coal |
There is no escaping this horror |
Drunken with a rage of his infidelity |
A deity of black is set |
The darkness has spawned, this cannot be undone |
This blackened, wretched heart |
Seeks nothing more than to devour |
The pestilence of man resides in its final hour |
Setting out to destroy the king |
Forging creations with apostasy |
The cloak of his vile malicious intent relies |
On abundant gifts of wealth, prosperity and lies |
Willingly deceived by the luxury received |
And the taste of fleshly impure acts with filthy fallacies |
There is no innocence to behold |
Blinded by debauchery thoughtlessly extolled |
Consumed by the fruits of wickedness |
And deliverance of the soul |
Entwined with a plot of treachery |
A betrayal unforetold |
Blasphemy, through the eyes of the one true architect |
And the shepherd let them wander into exile |
Penance and regret |
The blackened, wretched one |
Seeks nothing more than to devour |
The pestilence of man resides in its final hour |
A web of lies will be the gate for all the tragedy |
To resonate inside the hearts of man and build an infantry |
To rectify and over throw the king |
(Lead: M. Low) |
(Lead: M. Pugh) |
Slaves to his plot and cravings will be |
The foundation for his masterpiece |
A gateway to time and space is his desire |
To breach Heaven’s gates with unholy fire |
(Lead: R. Santolla) |
Sinister acts severed them from their salvation |
And the paradise from which they came |
For their inept existence has cursed them all as his slaves |
Mere pawns of the agenda allow the nemesis to convey |
Whispers in the ears of man, pure lies to seal their fate |
This blackened, wretched heart |
Seeks nothing more than to devour |
The pestilence of man resides in its final hour |