Cold and withdrawn my eyes remain, another souless entity
I serve my faith with love, as I spread his gospel
Screaming out they cry, despaired "O God, Why?!"
In his name we pray, together call his name
Save us from the blade, deliver us from this
Deafening silence heard, an answer echoed from the abyss
I begin this symphony of madness, shrouded, cloaked in sin,
My fingers drenched in scarlet, mutilate with holy purpose I begin
A man made in his image, blasphemes his name
As I destroy this mortal shell, he just averts his gaze
So strike me down or have me killed, give me a sign that this is wrong,
Send angels from above, have mercy on this soul
In righteous name I have profaned, his holy house I have disgraced
I stand on hallowed ground, writhing in this twisted rotting hell
Of my own...
Design...
O Lord, am I so sinful? Have I not cast out the devils?
I defile in your name, have my sins been in vain?
So strike me down or have me killed, give me a sign to hold me still
The chill of death I feel, Lord have mercy...
In righteous name I have profaned, his holy house I have disgraced
I stand on hallowed ground, writhing in this twisted rotting hell
Of my own...
Design...
O Lord, am I so sinful? Have I not cast out the devils?
I defile in your name, have my sins been in vain?
Have my sins been in vain?