The Whore's Trophy I letra

You try to allure us in scarlet.
A killing time for the disposable and deceived.
From this cup is the blood tainted by the formation of depravity.
Dieting on your new wine.
What a mystery you have become.
Captivating us by the savor from the golden cup.
We are left drunk with a new doctrine.
Your prostitution will collapse that which makes us your harlot's embrace.
I decline this bitter taste.
Our lamps lie half empty, yet we will refuse and watch your burn.

Symphony In Peril - Letras

• Aborting The Fabricated
• Beauty Forgotten
• Can One Possess Autumn?
• For Now We See In A Mirror, Dimly But The Face To Face
• Inherent Scars
• Lament
• Letting Go Would Be An End
• Portrait
• Revolving Door Romance
• Seduction By Design
• Shadow Over A Bleeding Heart
• Sifting Through These Ashes
• Stiletto
• The Quotidian Sucession
• The Whore's Trophy I
• The Whore's Trophy II
• This Flame Breeds Disbelief
• Three Months
• Unsteady Docks Along The Ohio
• Waiting To Breathe