This Gift Is A Curse - Old Lies lyrics

I be the truth / With all teeth fixed in Disciple of bitterness / The inhere of the blackest of Light I be the lies / Within the holiest of scripts Guardians of the fall / Keepers of venomous faith We breathe fire into these dead words We keep your secrets safe in the abyss We breathe fire into these dead words We keep your secrets safe in the abyss Bring down fire from the heavens / You inducer of undying shadows Bring down fire from the heavens / You bellwether of absolute night I will be your will / The Hand that turn the knife Disciple of serpents / Charmer of the purest of dark I be the end / Believe me when I claim: “I will be no lie - as I will never speak the truth” Within deceptive thoughts / Deceptive thoughts