Tessaract

Drops of faith

Tessaract

Remains of suffering, piles of dust
Coals of passion are burning down
Eyes do not hold the tears
You stand and weep...
Hands do not hold the sword
You lie and cry...

Hands do not hold the sword
Kneel and pray, face down
Panic is not kept inside
Kneel again, lie and cry

Step over the border, turn around
You merely some blood on the battlefield

The prophet's eye illuminates you
Ravens are gathering to tear away your flesh
Worms of your faith are crawling over
You creep and moan

From existence to enslavement
Heart turns into stone
From suffering to regeneration
Lust is bursting off

Dark recollections will bury your life
Be another pile of dust on the battlefield
Drops of faith are slowly falling apart
Where I shall bury all your lies

Hands do not hold the sword
Kneel and pray, face down
Panic is not kept inside
You lie and cry

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