Talking and talking in actual words
Points of faith in light were made,
But the darkness is where I dwell
Giving into all the sorrows of eternal pain.
Using them tonight your way
A forest fire of small destruction
Ignited and blown by wind
Till all is smoldering
And all have perished.
Keep it in
All your 'unatural ' desires of pain and suffering.
Until you blow up
The veil is removed
Blood is shed
And vengeance is made on the light they love.
