Mortals

Wrath is the sister to Satan’s saint
let them understand as the ground gives way
Fear is the coward of Hell’s darkest halls
so nations scream as heavens fall

Greed made slave of all our hearts
wary that love would steal the scars;
relics left of bitter times before
in the night that the church once wore

So bury salvation in tender tombs
let light breed alone in a chilling womb
for the object of love once denied
cut holy the road and let the life

Lust spends itself forever free
along the reigns of history
Gluttons take her deepest hopes
to satisfy an addiction’s holes

Immortal sin thrice enshrined
condemned itself twice to die
once for the body and once for the soul
while children are left to fight the war

So bury salvation in tender tombs
let light breed alone in its womb
for the object of love was once denied
now cutting the holy road and rebirthing men to life