Consecrated, death on hallowed ground
Once returned back to the earth.
There's no damnation, the soul has been released
A funeral pyre ignites, burning so bright.
A light in the the darkness beacons me home.
Chaos is calling, fire burns cold.
A desecration, to disrespect the dead
But dead is dead, rotting away
An empty vestal, it's wounds will never heal
The soul has passed through the window...
Light in the darkness beacons me home.
Chaos is calling, fire burns cold.
See that flesh is just a curse trapped inside
Skin an earthly prison of sin death is freedom
No we cannot escape, death is rebirth
Die and we will be reborn even stronger
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