L/Lord Vicar/Between the Blue Temple and the North Tower
The Cathedral of Light is shining Open graves eat hungry men Ashes burning, masses dying Eternal sin for us and them
In this field, dark marching figures Holding torches in the night In the raging wartime horror Torn by cruel and blinding light
Is this the same light I’m talking about? This beautiful Cathedral of Fear? Blinding, protecting, hurting and healing A bare-chested Serpent is near
Ode to the temple of shimmering light Ode to the purifying flame Ode to the shielded and destructive form Ode to the whip causing pain
You were searching for religion, see now where you lost your way Inspired by the misty stories and the power they contain
…masses ready to obey …you saw temples meant to stay …but only ruins now remain
Combining myths and endless murder with machines made of steel Blinded by the future’s vision: Your victory so strong and real
…all that you could feel …broken by the turning wheel …opening the final seal
When you make your way through the fields of melting glass You will have to reach for what’s inside Bite your lips until you bleed and let the days pass Your pain is only going to ease through time
Haunted by the solar sin you struggle towards the light Your eyes reflect their eternal flame Circle of the leaders used to will this site Now ashes of the temple in the north towerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
