There was no air left to breathe
Within these walls of pain
There was no light left to see
Beneath this roof of decay
There was no emotions left to feel
Inside this cathedral of grief
And they still kept praying
Blinded by belief
We are Seraphim
Burning in their own virtual fire
Inside them only lies
Penetrating the inner circle of sickness
Their bleeding hands reaching out to die
Kneeling before the lost son
Watching his life cease
And they still kept praying
Blinded by belief
We are Seraphim
This feast of abomination
Where life is disgust
Crying for deliverance
In a state of servitude
Within these four walls of pain
Where life is a disease
They still kept praying
Blinded by belief
