TOO FAR GONE

Hymn Of the holy The only three Lay them to rest Stop this ache in my chest Pray As echo hollows It disappears I chose this sorrow I chose this fear Purify my skin Oh holy seraphim The martyr sits on the throne of sin The burning ones circle the sun and seethe The God they praise is far from here Far from the sons, far from home Too far gone Gore And the horror Chaos I've seen The sight is divine Yet endowed in lies Still I sit solemn A heretic I am the Sodom I am the filth Purify my skin Oh holy seraphim The martyr sits on the throne of sin The burning ones circle the sun and seethe The God they praise is far from here Far from the sons, far from home Too far gone