In Shrouds Decayed Songtext
von Triptykon

I am your shrine
I am your womb
You rest inside of me
My flesh shall be your tomb

Your words decayed
To foulest rain
A shroud of mildewed lies enwrapping your remains

Your body draped
Next to mine
Exposed to all unless they′ve chosen to be blind

You caused my sweat
To drop as blood
Soiling this meager ground of desecrated mud

Oh, your mind depraved
You've crucified yourself upon my barren grave

My fingers tenderly
Caress your face
I shall preserve my hatred until the end of days


I am your shrine
I am your womb
You rest inside of me
My flesh shall be your tomb

My fingers tenderly
Caress your face
I shall preserve my hatred until the end of days

I am your shrine
I am your womb
You rest inside of me
My flesh shall be your tomb

I′ve conceived you
I've destroyed you
You were stillborn
Inside of me

I've conceived you
I′ve destroyed you
You were stillborn
Inside of me

I am your shrine
I am your womb
You rest inside of me
My flesh shall be your tomb


My fingers tenderly
Caress your face
I shall preserve my hatred until the end of days