Chris Tsangarides - Architect of Pain lyrics

Let me paint you a portrait of a man Whose very name would define in times to come all things profane Born unto privilege child of aristocracy So tender the young mind, yet so unclean His was a heart of darkness that beat within his chest Breasting life into the crimes he'd manifest Imp of the perverse on a bloody path he trods Scribe of the unthinkable the marquis de sade Outraging the laws of hate and narcissism That to fight the incubation's but in vain Nature inspires our tastes bizarre She paints them only as they are From the darkest corners of the mind as real As the morning sun shall rise, just the same He wove his written word with threads of flesh throughout He promised things so frightening they'll turn you inside out When terror's grip has set your soul is set aflame Behold the architect of pain Unearthing fantasies too savage to reveal Twisting your world with visions centuries concealed Was he philosopher or was he just insane? Behold the architect of pain Each tale black as pitch dressed in the colors of hell Your dreams will fill with the sounding of the knell Feel the looming shadow of the hungry guillotine And you'll be blinded by the blade's fatal gleam Outraging the laws of both nature and religion Subjugation in behalf or her domain Or so he believed with all his hate and narcissism That to fight the inclination's but in vain Nature inspires our tastes bizarre She paints them only as they are From the darkest corners of the mind as real As the morning sun shall rise, just the same Nature cannot bind you, you only need to serve unto her Harming without stint or cease at the expense of whosoever may be Their pain becomes your paradise, your lust their demise Forced you to recognize The beast within, he helped you to visualize No desire to torment flesh and bone The mind can cause far greater destruction alone When the seed has taken root It grows impure, your thoughts pollute All things please nature, she has need of our misdeeds We serve her as we sin The bloodier our opus The greater her domain and her esteem for us Outraging the laws of both nature and religion Subjugation in behalf or her domain Or so he believed with all his hate and narcissism That to fight the inclination's but in vain Nature inspires our tastes bizarre She paints them only as they are From the darkest corners of the mind as real As the morning sun shall rise, just the same