Heresy

Like the holy scripture saidSatan fled from his prisonHe twisted the mindsIn the garment of the holy churchEvery fairy-tale has a wiff of truthOur scaffold is build on thisI for one, a wife, the original sin sentenced meDepressed by a dogma, without a willIn a land of cold, a princess of drearynessFlames are licking on my flesh, but I chillWith their flesh so strongAnd a mind so weakA crusade for their godWith a fond full of bloodA silent enigma`s still untouchedThe gleam inside fades more and moreDon't fear the darkness, nor the scytheThen reason comes to foreOnly darkness beared the lightIncredulity bears the truthSacerdotium murder of calm