You Bitter Source of Sorrow Songtext
von Darkwoods My Betrothed

Angel′s acolyte I am become
Turner of Her wheel
The breaking wheel
Killer of those who have killed
And will kill no more
Nor sin no more

Tie them down
Apply that pressure
Bring to sinners
Her crunching pleasure

Around the bodies turn
Pain will burn forever
Cogs and gears
They spin at leisure
King's justice done
Mechanics of his vengeful treasure
Make this pain
Life′s final measure


I am revolving
All assailing
You, I'm turning:
Execution!
Your soul I'm churning
All bones eroding
Castigator!
Levy the Angel′s due
Grinding through bone and sinew
Explore you to the core
I am myself no more

Eat: I′m grinding meat
Probing: Pride unrobing
How come you aren't succumbing
To the wheel?

I am chained
My heart is pained
I am reigned
The Breaking Wheel
Oh, bitter source of my sorrow

Why must I do your bidding?
Why this ripping?

For you are my human shearer
Your own life, not much dearer


As wheel, I do sunder
Rip apart
Tear asunder
Shearing
Shredding
Remolding
You

Round and round, Angel breaks me
My bitter soul now sundered