Cries of the Damned run along my body
As thou a waterfall had down-poured on my body
Screams of horror frighten me
With every voice crawls upon my skin
Comes the sins and its sinners
The voice, the screams, the agony comes every second
So does the unholy appear
The shadows swallow up the bodies of the innocent
And soon enough
Mine
One touch of the holy bible brings up forth a light
It could be here as a savior
As it brings up closer to his willing arms to hold us tight
But some times
The light that consumes us
Draining our will and power
Making us Unholy
Then comes you screams and cries
Of pain that you do not desire
