On this day the world welcomes a bastard,
an entrance stained by the bloodshed of his mother.
'Til the day she died, she denied any father.
This was no virgin birth, no, she suffered immensely
from the dark day of conception to the moment of delivery.
Divine must be the fortune she was granted in mortality:
spared from witnessing her son bear the burdens of misanthropy.
This holy figure from afar bore with him more than he could know,
blind suffering awaited those to whom his plague was sewn.
His only son was no exception; a painful death awaits them both.
An atrophy of the mind
fate's cruel hand hath bestoweth.
Sapped of strength, the people turned to their new god to mend their woes.
Foolish prayers, wasted time.
This scourge must be your punishment.
The only way out is to tithe to me,
give your money to god. You'll be free.
released May 27, 2014
Lyrics/Vocals: Michael Leone, Music/Arrangement: Jared Collins, Engineering: Josh Palmer