HEAVEN SILENT FOR THIRTY
I SHALL BE THE THUNDER THEREIN
AND THE ALTARFIRES BURNS AMONG US
I SHALL SMOTHER IT WITH EASE
A THIRD CONSUMED BY FLAMES
BUT THE STEEL OF MINE WON'T MELT
A THIRD SOAKED IN BLOOD
I SHALL BE DRY AND SPOTLESS
WITH THE TASTE OF THE BITTER STAR
I SHALL QUENCH MY THIRST
AND THE DARKNESS OF NIGHT GROWS DEEPER
BUT I SHALL LIGHT A STAKE
UNLEASHED ARE THOSE OF THE BOTTOMLESS DEPTHS
FIVE MONTHS OF GLORIOUS PAIN
THIS THROAT OF WON'T CRY OUT WISHING TO DIE
FOUR UNLEASED AND I SHALL LAUGH
TWO HUNDRED MILLION WARRIORS AND STILL I'LL STAND TALL
JERUSALEM FILTHY FALLS WITH THOUSAND SEVEN
BUT THIS VOICE WON'T WORSHIP OUT OF FEAR
GOD OF HEAVEN... NEVER!
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