[00:00.553]feral child, threshold guardian[00:00.823]staring through the eyes of Goya[00:01.036]at black paintings of existence[00:01.279]dearth, dread and want at the fulcrum[00:01.559][00:01.802]you are the chalice we drink from[00:02.054]yours is the shadow on our path[00:02.306]we the innate malefactors[00:02.561]we the heirs to others' sins[00:02.781][00:03.044]you've become a vessel for gods clemency[00:03.277]and through your ashes our deliverance[00:03.509]red heifer seen neither love nor bliss[00:03.764]scorned, beaten and left to rot[00:04.017][00:04.267]has the preacher of hope finally had enough?[00:04.511]i think not![00:04.763]flay him into shape[00:05.007]and have him burn[00:05.266]from the flames of rebirth[00:05.518]the saviour shall be born[00:05.781][00:06.032]feral child, threshold guardian[00:06.272]yours is this pound of flesh[00:06.527]to leverage the scales of oppression[00:07.623]come, make your leap of faith