From the recording Le Banquet des Damnés
Lyrics
Verse 1:
They say blood don’t ever vanish, it just stains with some grace
Every heartbeat gets haunted by the name who’s erased
I guess that’s proof paradise can’t be saved by your faith
Kids crying over graves about a loss you can’t replace
She swallow guilt and silence like a chalice of lead
Sleeping with the vultures now feel as if angels had fled
Dreams turning scenes to riddles in the ruins she tread
Little girl just wants her father, that’s the language of dread
She bleed grief like graffiti, keeps ignoring the phone
Read her diary, hieroglyphs in sorrowful tones
She’s the daughter of decay where the elegance roams
Like her trauma’s alchemy converting horror to poems
Her quill scribbles psalms where the violence condones
She’s the heir to the paradox, a palace turned tomb
Every chandelier sparkle just illuminates gloom
Little girl’s tears blooming where the shadows consume
Sleep becomes a battle where the nightmares resume
And the empire’s residue follows her in every room
Treachery in family heirlooms, she can’t sense the imbue
Her mother lost her ways, she shooting dope up in her veins
Perfume is gun powder, black roses mixed with cocaine
Is this God crying when it rains or maybe sorrows just arcane
Walls breathe his paranoia, it start molding her domains
Legacy carved in her marrow, this is baptism by flames
Verse 2:
The trauma taught her patience, ambition will not be wasted
Cold vengeance she start to taste it, targets in specific placements
Grief turns to elation, every corner annotated
She opens up his books and track numbers to every payment
Translations, those who been in this house should file for resignation
Just noticed the love was tainted by jealousy and damnation
He did it all for the gang, it’s strategic not playing favorites
Calculated moves adjacent, she become cold and dismissive
Maps of loyalty and lies, plotting a quiet demolition
Every ghost in the room whispers tactics and revisions
Her heart tempered by the fire and their smiles breed suspicion
She can’t trust a soul these days, she’s disengaged and unforgiving
Poker face and stone conviction, artful depictions of victims
She owes it to her father but won’t fill the void she’s missing
The damage of resentment cost her grace to become venomous
She practice in reflections, posture bred from discipline
The mirror nods approval, pain refined into medicine
No tears left to drain, only focus and adrenaline
Her grief became a doctrine, her patience now her regimen
No sermon for the sinners, ain’t no prayer for their negligence
Only closure through control, call it divine malevolence
Retribution feeling holy, guess this must be heaven’s gift
Those same wolves start to tremble, the guilty is lament
She standing tall where he had fell and got no mercy left within
Despite her spiral to descent, with this decision she’s content
Justice finally been delivered, that little girl becomes him