The Devout

Existence In the Waves of Rapture

The Devout


Their world has frozen 
The heavens have emptied 
Taken by the fever 
Of celestial hypocrisy 

In this barren sphere 
You´re the sole blind soul 
Living a darkened chimera 
Never ascending... 

Pray and pass into your beloved afterlife - drain away 
While we drain the next cup, drunk on life 

Enter the winery 
Sipping vitality 
Devoutness is rife 
Here and now - life 

Under the original sin´s dominion 
One of the hallowed breed 
Mists of grace - faded 
Harvesting the impure seed 

Glide with the wind across the meadows and be 
One with instinct, one with all, one with thee 

No absolution, no redemption, no remorse 
This moment, this existence - my holy realm 
I`ll go, flow, fly, free, away from the pity of thee 
Blaze up and storm as the rapture takes me