Frozen dreams in shattered realms
Thorns and flesh in twisted caress
Symbols of fire, angels in stone
Speak in silent tongues
Fallen to the (dis)grace of God
Ripped from the womb of heaven
Torn asunder, strike through the veil
When fire burns even stone
Burning yet freezing
When pain is given form
Blind your eyes to the light
Suffering - pure as winters dawn
Tear the weakness from the flesh
Bound before the ethereal throne
Shadows scythe your mind
As the serpent moves to strike
Seduction in its purest sense
Fall into the dark
Endless you shall be ours
No more a martyr than a whore
