A Marvel Of Faith (The Sun And The Moon)

Many lost lives, shapeless hurt Left aside, slaughtered Shivering voice, golden ice Groaning in, wondered Frightfully touched by death, growling souls Is this a way to hell? Or madness? Thrown down into a void, suffer again Bleed, that's what it said In a crooked ground old as forest, singing Wolves only surrounded, gates were opened In my mouth, claws Descended from this vault I beleave that the skies are cladding sin And beleave that the grace of being dead cursed me Here they come, sons of flesh Rise from below I've become one of them The blade that faces death Here I am through the gloom Chained to a norm No time to taste your sweet or breathe Everything taken away even the chance to dream What you once believed in does not exist Do not compromise or clean your wounds Suffering from oppression inside lies Maddening feeling grows Plunging into the depths of rage Marching towards freedom through hate Darkening thoughts remain When things seem to fall apart The burning passion was just a decoy The swarm of my deteriorated mind Guided by the words I hear Heretics towards the night, this is my pandemonium, With the burning seas of the moon The warm blood swept int the abyss I am the enemy, I am the chosen cause of blaze Sin after sin, the level of the dead priest is down... Incarcerated in Goring the votaries of slipping mutants, is this our aim? Mourners of a dying world, afflict with terror, their lives suppressed Maggots grow deep inside, and the marvel of faith declined