Standing on the Work of Slaves - Deathspell Omega

When the final resistance hangs on the gallows… Oh yes, I promise unto thee,

when the final resistance hangs on the gallows, love will then blossom with

the ardor of flowers in the midst of

Spring

You will be made to deny the dissonance and conflict that is at the heart of

the experience of our World.

You shall join the chorus of praise that flows

from the absolute perfection we have created

By the sole power of our will.

We shall bleed you white, but you will think

that it is an act of unconditional

Love

We will pretend to have peace in our hearts yet, knowing that blows will avail,

we shall keep the

Dagger near

As an educational tool, pain has a value nothing can replace.

It shall

therefore be the cement of our society

When the final resistance hangs on the gallows… Oh yes, I promise unto thee,

when the final resistance hangs on the gallows, love will then blossom with

the ardor of flowers in the midst of

Spring

Place your faith in this promise

When the final resistance hangs on the gallows…