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The Last Saint of Budapest Single (2021) L I S T E N M U S I C  Pale skin is like parchment Thick blood is my ink I write the last gospel With a knife's sharp tip Tonight the new age begins Tonight they fall to their knees They build black churches in my image They lust for my deathly kiss I'm no saint I'm an exile Exiled both from heavens and hell In the lands of defilement They'll make a god of me My scars will serve them as a map It may lead them to trap Their fears shall be their only compass And thus… my will is done They call me The Last Saint of Budapest I'm no saint I'm an exile Exiled both from heavens and hell In the lands of defilement They'll make a god of me I'm no saint I'm an exile Exiled both from heavens and hell In the lands of defilement They'll make a god of me Tonight they burn bonfires with my horns Wherewith the myth is born Feel my bane spread inside As the poisoned hearts collide My will is done I'm no saint I'm an exile Exiled both from heavens and hell In the lands of defilement They'll make a god of me I'm no saint I'm an exile Exiled both from heavens and hell In the lands of defilement They'll make a god of me The end is nigh Enjoy the ride My will be done Thou'll make a god of me — Jurii Kirnev 22 April 2021 |
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