Bitter thoughts became your every waking breath. Save the nights your hollow dreams revealed the sweet release of death. In your thoughts you played a symphony of self.
Through the clouds of fallen ash, a lonely mother's cry. Among the fields of broken glass the loyal few will arise. Faith now regained. Finding strength within the void, a raging fire ignites.
Sing now seraph, find the calm within your soul. Bring us closer to the light that guides us home.
Bow down- before the god of cash. The philosophy of modern man is leaking fast. No foundation for the fram by which you set your mind. Just a legacy for the feeble to find.
Words of high cost (you spit a curse at my name). When thoughts of hate cross (I can't devour your blame). This is your choice (this is your hammer to crush).
Sing now seraph, find the calm within your soul. Bring us closer to the flame that guides us home.