An old new testament of faith,
ripped from the hands of the dead and placed on the
cross.
Just as the light from above is captured below,
the christened king of their church is a stolen concept
of the sun.
I won't wait for tomorrow,
I won't wait for a sun that won't rise a god that is
dead,
buried in lies, I won't speak of forgiveness,
to those who have no true will of their own,
their fate has been sealed, their blood has run cold.
I am the sword of hell and in the words of god
"he who cannot be torn from heaven".
Just as the light from above is captured below,
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the christened king of their church is a stolen concept
of the sun.
won't wait for tomorrow,
I won't wait for a sun that won't rise a god that is
dead,
buried in lies,
I won't speak of forgiveness,
to those who have no true will of their own,
their fate has been sealed, their blood has run cold.
I am the sword of hell and in the words of god
"he who cannot be torn from heaven".
From heaven, I will not go, I will not go, from heaven.
Until they are gone, until they are gone,
from heaven. I will not sleep, I will not sleep, never.