The Holy And Profaned

The eternal dark night

All around a sea of blight

Tattered banners to past glory

When man was still the hero of the story

But into the early grave we lurch

As we forsake the signs of the seventh church

Those among us good long since gone

More and more torment with each dawn

We were given this holy gift

Yet from its light we did drift

The holy ascended with the saints

The rest of us tasting the corrupt taint

The incarnate of our mortal sin

Physical representation of the demon within

It governs the creator's fallen sons

This battle cannot be won

Against a force that won't relent

So embrace your end and repent