Frozen dreams in shattered realms Thorns and flesh in twisted caress Symbols of fire, angels in stone Speak in silent tongues Fallen to the (dis)grace of God Ripped from the womb of heaven Torn asunder, strike through the veil When fire burns even stone
Burning yet freezing When pain is given form Blind your eyes to the light Suffering - pure as winters dawn Tear the weakness from the flesh
Bound before the ethereal throne Shadows scythe your mind As the serpent moves to strike Seduction in its purest sense Fall into the dark Endless you shall be ours No more a martyr than a whore
