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The defendants of sacredness, with their venomous wit and fangs well-grinded

I look to a sunday where... congregation fall astray

Let us rise to the vault of heaven, granting free men entrance to the lost worlds

Apex of sun's way marks the end of decay

Oh purest mighty one, enlighten us with the sun

Combust out extrinsic wisdom with the power of herculean volcanoes,

Numbers of inexhaustible plenty

Aligning the future with the brightest of stars

Straying away from conformity, leaving us to go left

To explore curiously once more with a child-like charm

Let it rain pyre on the fields of deafening choir

Their words mindlessly mumbled, verses sung with a meaning that's crumbled

Behold the greek fire, it shall ignite with thy passion

[Lead: Jams]

The waters I thirst for are of purest tranquility

Clearing the mind of all that is worldly

The harmless divine? I shall not be thine

Reason so real lost without a trace,

A fading cross burned shamelessly into heads,

Numbing all senses, denying different perceptions

Indifference lies here, within every last one

Reversed portal to beyond

Remains of scattered angels resurrected

Inflicted abominations stranding humanity to a soulless demise

What parallel holds true with each sacred path?

An unending yearning, thirst for transparent streams from fountains of youth

Enlightenment that deceives the common "good" man

A grim-faced reaper's shadow creeping eerily through dreary dawn and mundane dusk

By the neck hangs a poison, stirred throughout the breeze of breath

The air grows thick over countless years of the sick

Infinite resemblance of humane mistakes are replicated

[Solo: Mat]