Текст песни Ethel Cain - Ptolemaea

I followed you in
I was with you there
I invited you in
Twice, I did
You love blood too much
But not like I do
Not like I do

Heard you
Saw you
Felt you
Gave you
Need you
Love you
Love you
Love you
Suffer does the wolf, crawling to thee
Promising a big fire, any fire
Saying I’m the one, he’s gonna take me
I’m on fire, I’m on fire, I’m on fire
Suffering is nigh, drawing to me
Calling me the one, I’m the white light
Beautiful, finite

Even the iron still fears the rot
Hiding from something I cannot stop
Walking on shadows, I can’t lead him back
Bucklеd on the floor when night comes along
Daddy’s lеft and Mama won’t come home

You poor thing
Sweet, mourning lamb
There’s nothing you can do
It’s already been done

What fear a man like you brings upon
A woman like me
Please don’t look at me
I can see it in your eyes
He keeps looking at me
Fell me, what have you done
Stop, stop, stop, make it stop, stop
Make it stop
Make it stop, I’ve had enough
Stop, stop, stop, stop
I am the face of love’s rage
I am the face of love’s rage

Blessed be the Daughters of Cain,
Bound to suffering eternal through the sins of their fathers committed long before their conception
Blessed be their whore mothers,
Tired and angry waiting with bated breath in a ferry that will never move again
Blessed be the children,
Each and every one come to know their god through some senseless act of violence
Blessed be you, girl, promised to me by a man who can only feel hatred and contempt towards you
I am no good nor evil, simply I am,
And I have come to take what is mine
I was there in the dark when you spilled your first blood
I am here now as you run from me still
Run then, child
You can’t hide from me forever