The Cruelest Gift – Avernus

Confess to me, your endeavor, was it graced with spite?
Origins are grey, foul rains, hail not in essence
Cast my heart a veil and revelate such nothingness…

Mother…
Blood not yours, not mine, but from a heart, broken
Menstruate such a fate and I suffer for your sins
Your love obscene, yes it seemed so painless
Your love obscene to the fact I died that day…

Father…
Lifeless…worthless…existance
You have obtained life from me…I am dead..
Blood not yours, not mine, but from a heart, broken
Menstruate such a fate and I suffer for your sins
Your love obscene, yes it seemed so painless
Your love obscene to the fact I died that day…

…In your arms, in your embrace, still life scorned in me
I only bleed, Im human
Found wings sail into withering….
Alive?


Lyric The Cruelest Gift – Avernus