In the midst of true honor
Between the monks sew thieves
Lies a jagged dagger
And what he please
Be strong the candles light
Blessed for the moments flee
So harmless seem the chosen one
But he only has to be

In some dark shadow maybe your
And kindly would you know?
Become of wit and find you're a bit
So sound your soul will go

In some dogs bite star light
You know the score
And yes, nobody told you
Still your choose a door
Jove will tame, so bleed your shame
And prime your heat a bit
He lives, he breathes, skins his knees
And bares his age in wit

Wonders through a nightmare
Expressionless but strong
Searching for his lost meaning
Instinct the lonely song
Can't change the answer
Come feel the fall

Look upon the screaming son
The altar peers in morn
The chapels dim but low sees in
To shake his fist in scorn

His swipe at sin is caving in
By no hand of a God
Knife in hand a crying man
Pleas forgiveness for himself
He holds to God a gleaming rod
Some holy kind of wealth

A shot rings out
The man goes down
And hell has found us all

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