Written in Transgression

They are of the world Therefore they speak of it We are the wretched The eternal breed Kin of the darkest seed Of which I should not speak Small is the tongue Held to iniquity And when the fire Burns every soul Let the wicked Forsake the manner I will die Run for the alter Upon disgrace There's no mercy From the crown The blood I ache The rise of a tide There's no mistake it came Under the sway Held by the wicked one There can no longer be A light that blurs the need I am the truth The only beast free Behold the flesh Spirits will rise Behold the flesh Dark son of mine And when the fire Burns every soul Let the wicked Forsake the manner I will die Run for the alter Upon disgrace There's no mercy From the crown The blood I ache Behold the flesh Spirits will rise Behold the flesh Dark son of mine You are the weakness That I cannot breathe Fallen with uncertainty Your will I see And when the fire Burns every soul Let the wicked Forsake the manner I will die Run for the alter Upon disgrace There's no mercy From the crown The blood I ache