Architect Of Pain Lyrics - Force Of Habit - Exodus

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 

Bringing 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