Covenant

Fear to walk down the aisle, feel the beat as you lead me on.
From the sky to the mire, shame and pride are the seed of harm.
Stand aside from the shadows, set your sight on the vein of life.
Taste the blood of denial, blow the candle with rotten breath.

I am waiting to face the hunter, to feast on my
flesh, torn asunder.

The sinner will die,
parading down through the misty light.
He becomes the night,
upon the sacred and hallowed ground.
Away from the sun, in holy halls within walls,
where the light won’t reach down.
You give your seed to the frail.

Seek advice from the elder, falling down on your knees repent.
Be the crow and the angel, be my curse to the end of time.

Freedom lies in your own desires,
freedom lives in your will.
Nothing’s left as we’re reaching higher,
lust is thicker than sin.

The sacred leaves on the trees of hope,
malice poisons our souls.
A Wicked halo eprived of love,
slithering to the cross

The sinner will die,
parading down through the misty light.
He becomes the night,
upon the sacred and hallowed ground.
Away from the sun, in holy halls within walls,
where the light won’t reach down.
You give your seed to the frail.