the fires of heaven burn above as i spiral throughout the night i still yearn for the touch of torture
Time and again I scour the skies For the remains of Her scattered corpse I will never forget when Faith died Looking for Her where the highway forks
I hate to see Her go but I love to watch Her leave Leaving me zero seasons, if only I could grieve But I believe now that She is in a better place Even though, just for myself, we know that Hell awaits So, they say that the eyes are the windows of the soul But as I stare...
Look closely into the ashes of concaves And try to grasp them as they drift away Memories flutter on winds of yesterday You might just find me among the remains
Remember when we were young When immortality seemed so sure Remember when we did not suffer Now I drift among the pages burned Remember me in the rhyme And entomb my word behind the glass Remember when us in forever And look for me in shades of the past
And Iíll burn for you
Sift through the ashes of echoed scriptures If you gaze upon our haunted...