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 once before
in the nights that the church once wore

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