The prayers are never forgiven,
These saints are forced to sleep.
A withered redemption,
Scorn the final bits of faith,
When the silence takes control.
When does this light end ?
When does this light end ?
When does this light end ?
When hope becomes the ancient !
The still born defect,
Defiled and worthless.
Surreal with redemption,
Tear apart your grip on faith,
When the silence takes control.
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