Lyrics Old Lies - This Gift Is A Curse

Old Lies

I be the truth / With all teeth fixed in
Disciple of bitterness / The inhere of the blackest of Light
I be the lies / Within the holiest of scripts
Guardians of the fall / Keepers of venomous faith
We breathe fire into these dead words
We keep your secrets safe in the abyss
We breathe fire into these dead words
We keep your secrets safe in the abyss
Bring down fire from the heavens / You inducer of undying shadows
Bring down fire from the heavens / You bellwether of absolute night
I will be your will / The Hand that turn the knife
Disciple of serpents / Charmer of the purest of dark
I be the end / Believe me when I claim: «I will be no lie — as I will never
speak the truth»
Within deceptive thoughts / Deceptive thoughts