2018.12.16.
Sin
An unexpected grief, the silence beckons'Help the sinner', drowned and unheard
Anxiety is all that remains
The heavens cry, as chaos speaks
Such arrogant, cutting words, they crush
The muted footsteps of the silenced
The tired, broken, defeated
The exiled and outcast
If death only leads to damnation
I'll knock on its door
If only fire awaits me there
I'll hold its flame close
If death only leads to damnation
I'll knock on its door
If only fire awaits me there
I'll hold its flame close