St. Jerome

Youth is a fleeting wind Indulge it with wicked sin Embrace all the sacrilege You're ready to give it up And you're ready to convalesce And now you're ready to confess Sparked by divining fist You traveled by moonlights kiss To escape all the haunting bliss And now you're ready to give it up And you're ready to convalesce And you're ready to confess 'Cause the nights of St. Jerome Well the horror and the silence terrifies your soul And the nights of St. Jerome Well, they bury your faith in the catacombs Writing of stories told All these histories, they're bound with gold Well, you seek to translate all our souls But are you ready to give it up And are you ready to convalesce Now you're ready to confess 'Cause the nights of St. Jerome Well the horror and the silence terrifies your soul And the nights of St. Jerome Well, they bury your faith in the catacombs Ready to give it up, ready to convalesce, ready to confess Ready to give it up, ready to convalesce, ready to confess Ready to give it up, ready to confess 'Cause the nights of St. Jerome Well the horror and the silence terrifies your soul And the nights of St. Jerome Well, they bury your faith in the catacombs