There was no air left to breathe Within these walls of pain There was no light left to see Beneath this roof of decay There was no emotions left to feel Inside this cathedral of grief And they still kept praying Blinded by belief
We are Seraphim
Burning in their own virtual fire Inside them only lies Penetrating the inner circle of sickness Their bleeding hands reaching out to die Kneeling before the lost son Watching his life cease And they still kept praying Blinded by belief
We are Seraphim
This feast of abomination Where life is disgust Crying for deliverance In a state of servitude Within these four walls of pain Where life is a disease They still kept praying Blinded by belief