Foretold she was the one
Faded out her voice and soiled her name
Hemlock for the Gods
Called inside the fog
Keeper of holy hordes
Foretold she was the one
Dedicated hunter
Ghost of perdition
Draining the weakness
In despair of what's to come
Winding ever higher
A saint's premotion's unclear
"You have to live before you die young"
A warning no one read
Mother light received
Penetrating inner light
Waits to pull us under
In his arms she'd fall
Keeper of holy whores
Spoke and passed her by
In the shadow of the righteous
Twisted face upon the head
To see a beloved son
Decide what is clear and what's within a haze
Devil cracked the earthly shell
And like marked pages in a diary
"You have to live before you die young"
Ghost on Mother's bed
What you should take and what to give?
Contour of her health
Might be calling you to go
A faithful servant's free
Pouring venom brew deceiving
In time the hissing of her sanity
Defying the forgotten morals
Would conviction fall
Why would we really need to live?
If one cut the source of the flow
Darkness by her side
Blew hope into the room and said
The incoherent talk of ordinary days
Road into the dark unaware
Rose up to it's call
Channeling darkness
Holding her down
Ghost of perdition
And everything would change
Everything seemed clean that is unstained
Stuck in her chest
Blew hope into the room and said
Devil cracked the earthly shell
Fading resistance
Tragic friendship
The phantasm of your mind
Black strands on the pillow
