Letras
Spiritual tidings bestowed amongst the gaggle
The wretched harvester claims his yield, taking from the fields
Veil of winter night coveting those who scorn
Who shun the light and defile the tomb
Within my palace evil dwells
Holy savior sound the bell
Beyond my lips a tainted well
The anchor dwells beneath my sea
The tides wash in, carry me
Upon the shore I cast my plea
Puritanical bliss beseech this mortal coil
Seeking refuge in the sky, cast distain towards the earth
This is a respite
Seeking divinity where the gallows cast their dreadsome shade
Don your spirit with a breastplate to shield this troubled soul
To the warrior, I grant you purpose through trials and tribulations
Your cries of anguish, wherein volumes of strength and truth
Masquerading vengeance, from within
You are not to be loved by all
Relinquish me of my vanity
Within my palace evil dwells
Holy savior sound the bell
Beyond my lips a tainted well
The anchor dwells beneath my sea
The tides wash in, carry me
Holy savior set me free
In my folly yearning frail
Burning light to break the hold
Architect of the beginning are my deeds condemned
Through endless corridors of woe
Where echoes mourn and embers glow
A specter bound in fate's decree
A shadow cast eternally