Текст песни: Wound of the Warden + перевод

The wound of the warden

From cradle to the grave

The senseless apprehension

Of freedom’s wily ways

I know one day they’ll be grateful

I know one day they’ll worship me

Choice is too precious

To be wasted on vermin

That’s how we’ll keep them

Sheltered, fetal, fed and glutted

The sweet drug of anesthesia

Hell is easy to find

And I know that in time they’ll be glad I kept them blind

I will save you, I will absolve you

I will spare you, I will rob you

I’ll take upon me the canker of knowledge

I’ll take upon me the fetid price of glory

How great it is, the transcendent goodness

The self-assurance of the pure

Suffering eases at the gates

And laughter ceases at the gates

Someone above you always knows better than you

There’s something comforting in the stranglehold of a shepherd’s crook

How great it is, the transcendent goodness

The self-assurance of the pure

Not one misstep, not one mistake

All calculated for our sake

Like children we’ll step into the fire

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