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- - - COLD HEAVEN - - -

Upon this darkest day
I walk among the night
With fire in these veins
I cast you from my sight

Scorned be thy God
My perdition
Blood of His blood
This inquisition
Refuse to listen
Spare the rod
Fraud and flawed
Seraphim fall like rain
Into submission

Scrawled in the dirt
My bitter name
When virtues hurt
Pious sin the same
Of what I became
I'm inert
Abort the heart
Reclaim some dignity
With eternal flame

Sever these ties to Cold Heaven
When curses spit forth like venom
Upon this throne of cursed bone
Penance for sins I can't atone

This antichrist
Will not succumb
A sinful tryst
Witness the outcome
And become undone
Sacrifice
The new zeitgeist
Here at the bitter dawn
Beneath a black sun

Upon this throne of cursed bone
Penance for sins I can't atone

But still I long for home
From whence I fell
Lay beneath consecrated ground
If I could go back
I'd burn it all down

Upon this throne of cursed bone
Penance for sins I can't atone
Sever these ties to Cold Heaven
When curses spit forth like venom

(c) 2016 Frank Green