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OFFICIAL VIDEO: CRYPTOPSY - Sire of Sin

OFFICIAL VIDEO CRYPTOPSY - Sire of Sin Pre-order your copy of The Book of Suffering - Tome II today: https://cryptopsyofficial.bandcamp.com/ The Official release date for The Book of Suffering - Tome II is October 26th. The Book of Suffering - Tome II was produced, mixed and mastered by, Cryptopsy’s guitarist, Chris Donaldson at The Grid studio in Montreal, Quebec, Canada. The Grid Studios:   / thegridstudios   The video for “Sire of Sin” was directed, filmed and edited by Chris Kells and produced by Ryan Andrade from FTB Visuals. FTB Visuals: www.facebook.com/fronttobackvideoproduction Members Matt McGachy- Vocals Chris Donaldson- Guitar Oli Pinard- Bass Flo Mounier- Drums & Backing Vocals Band Photography by Eric Sanchez : www.EricSanchez-Photography.com Artwork by: Remy Cooper – Headsplit Design – headsplitdesign.free.fr Website: www.Cryptopsy.ca Facebook: www.Facebook.com/Cryptopsyofficial Instagram: @CryptopsyOfficial Twitter: @CryptopsyBand Lyrics: Raised as a king Silver spoon gaped mouth Orgiastic prophecies proclaimed That I, Davidito would be the heir apparent Sired through God’s whore Cultivated by Father’s harem Eagerly fellated Innocent young hands Sowing, unholy seeds A ritualistic communion Revered and idolized I was immortalized The sacred scriptures condemned The Children of God My threshold depleted Their ideals beyond sadistic I then attempted to disassociate Myself from The Family I was discovered Beckoned and beseeched To once again Don their crown Wrathful obsessions Retribution for the damned Murder on the horizon My patience was pristine “Maybe fate will smile on me God of war God of revenge Maybe they will grant me happy hunting We shall see” Finally a glint of reprieve An inkling of hope Inches Closer Inches closer to Mama Inches closer to closure Inches Closer Lips sealed tight Torture may provoke (A) Relevant confession My device unveiled A few swift jerks Testing its potency Her throat slashed The frightened perplexed Guiltless eyes faded out Disillusioned in the backseat Cold steel up against my temple I close my eyes with such relief And I squeeze to end the story Of Davidito “In some way- some of us are gonna be around to see those fuckers burn.” Burn