Hallowed

Sanctity preserves my inner core. Sainthood becomes me. Mortality is a dirty word. But the sanguine fibres (are), Hallowed. I'm not a product of a god. I'm a god of flesh. Divinity resounds so hollow....

Sacred - standing full of pride Spite on my mind, spite in my brain Guiding me to fight Enchained - you pray to be a slave Rules without sense, no little sense To dust you will decay |Chorus|:...

And after the fall There was nothing at all But you to save me And after the rain Drove my sadness away, You could break me And after the light Left me nothing to fight, You could make me And now here...