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Ancient Bards – Titanism Lyrics

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Though my prides unbowed
My afflictions loud
And my thoughts belong to chaos
Theres no end in sight
To my growing spite
And the cause of my trouble is you

Whats that fiery look in your eyes?
Your demons are finally taking over
With these words of hate that you mouth
You sound like the chief of the rejects
Wisdom cant be snatched with the sword
You have to achieve it with dedication
My dear son please dont be deceived
Wake up from your stubborn denial

Aberration, instigation
Domination, castigation
Condemnation, aggravation
Aspiration, abjuration
Is this what you call depravity?

Youre so sure of what youve been told
You follow their teachings
Without contention
How did that work out for you dad?
Did you ever hear from the crystal?
I bet I can prove you are wrong
And shatter your faith in a million pieces
I will find the truth on my own
And show you whos the real hero

Aberration, instigation
Domination, castigation
Condemnation, aggravation
Aspiration, abjuration
Is this what you call depravity?

Though my prides unbowed
My afflictions loud
And my thoughts belong to chaos
Theres no end in sight
To my growing spite
And the cause of my trouble is you
I remember now

How you told me how
I have always been your diamond
Am I courtly now?
Am I special now?
Am I your little promising boy?

We are reason, listen to us
Your compassion is misplaced now
Swing your knife and end his dull life
His guard is down, its the right time

I hear captivating voices
Im delighted by their presence
I believe them, they are right, soon
I will be the leader

Meet my blade dad
You can see how it feels like to
Be stabbed through the heart!

Though my prides unbowed
My afflictions loud
And my thoughts belong to chaos
Theres no end in sight
To my growing spite
And the cause of my trouble is you

I remember now how you told me how
I have always been your diamond
Am I courtly now?
Am I special now?
Am I your little promising boy?

Though my prides unbowed
My afflictions loud
And my thoughts belong to chaos
Theres no end in sight
To my growing spite
And the cause of my trouble is you

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