Arena - A State Of Grace
Thinly veiled, a cruel disguiseVengeance lies behind these eyesGlaring from the pulpitAs the Fallen Angels follow mePlageristic sermonsHiding voyeuristic undertonesFoolishly they will embraceAnd ignorant they follow meYou've never truly knownThe kind of place that I come fromYou turned your back on all the signsThat bore the words of warningCome to me my simple childTear apart your innocencePray with me beloved sonAnd I will help you find a wayThink before you throw yourselfUpon the tables and the merchant sAre you sure this templeIsn't just another cruel perversion?You've never truly knownThe kind of place that I come fromYou turned your back on all the signsThat bore the words of warningDon't look for comfort in this house of mineDon't ask for mercy at my image or my shrineDon't seek forgiveness at this house of mineDon't build a temple hereAnd wait for me to walk into the fireI will make this promise nowA simple thing, a sacred vowCome with me my pretty AngelI will show you how to flyWe will fall togetherInto unforgiving night we plunge!Chained by sin and clothed by guiltWe will be as one foreverDon't look for comfort in this house of mineDon't ask for mercy at my image or my shrineDon't look for comfort in this house of mineDon't break the Holy bread or drink the Holy wineDon't seek forgiveness at this house of mineDon't build a temple hereAnd wait for me to walk into the fire
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