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The actual lyrics from the booklet are:
This trail is obsidian, the grip of Winter uncoiled A lover would follow me Cast down and sworn to the dark
Take the road where devils speak: "God is dead"
The wealth of darkness Inside you, telling you "now" Your senses corrupted Controlling a poisonous will
In the corner of my eye You are tearing flesh from bone
Led the blind in search to find A pathway to the sun Saw the signs intertwine And forgave me all my sins
No stigmas revealing your vices And there are no stigmas revealing our vices
God is dead
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Personally I think it's about schizophrenia (using demonic possession as a metaphor), but who knows.
The actual lyrics from the booklet are:
This trail is obsidian, the grip of Winter uncoiled A lover would follow me Cast down and sworn to the dark
Take the road where devils speak: "God is dead"
The wealth of darkness Inside you, telling you "now" Your senses corrupted Controlling a poisonous will
Take the road where devils speak: "God is dead"
In the corner of my eye You are tearing flesh from bone
Led the blind in search to find A pathway to the sun Saw the signs intertwine And forgave me all my sins
No stigmas revealing your vices And there are no stigmas revealing our vices
God is dead
**
Personally I think it's about schizophrenia (using demonic possession as a metaphor), but who knows.