Behind the Sun Songtext
von Meshuggah
Behind the Sun Songtext
Carelessly you sentence, how indifferently you kill
The prophecies of man′s corruption fulfilled
Arbitrarily, you harm
Snap your fingers, cue demise
Murder on impulse
Your evil inclinations wrapped in lies
Divine man appointed
Claiming the stern voice of God
Absolute judgments passed from where you cowards hide
The lair of snakes
Your dark haven
Where you and your ophidian partisans abide
The doctrine of your unholy trinity
The violence, the spite and the enslavement
You awesome monarch, you man of dominance
All shall be as you decide
Illustrious ruler of all things
Wield your razors, cut the flesh of man
Control, govern and lead us
Into the nightmare of your wishes fulfilled
Grab the reins, you awesome puppeteer
You conductor of chains
Redeemer, unbreakable strings
Damnation leashes
Remote cords extend, the trusses they run
They stretch all the way behind the sun
So vain our attempts, the useless tugging
This meaningless gnawing at restraints by which we're bound
Hail the tyrant saint, the great bereaver
You will bow before the emperor crowned
The prophecies of man′s corruption fulfilled
Arbitrarily, you harm
Snap your fingers, cue demise
Murder on impulse
Your evil inclinations wrapped in lies
Divine man appointed
Claiming the stern voice of God
Absolute judgments passed from where you cowards hide
The lair of snakes
Your dark haven
Where you and your ophidian partisans abide
The doctrine of your unholy trinity
The violence, the spite and the enslavement
You awesome monarch, you man of dominance
All shall be as you decide
Illustrious ruler of all things
Wield your razors, cut the flesh of man
Control, govern and lead us
Into the nightmare of your wishes fulfilled
Grab the reins, you awesome puppeteer
You conductor of chains
Redeemer, unbreakable strings
Damnation leashes
Remote cords extend, the trusses they run
They stretch all the way behind the sun
So vain our attempts, the useless tugging
This meaningless gnawing at restraints by which we're bound
Hail the tyrant saint, the great bereaver
You will bow before the emperor crowned
Writer(s): Tomas Haake, Maarten Hagstroem, Jens Kidman, Fredrik Thordendal, Dick August Loevgren Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com