The Fallen Seraph's Arms

The light of heaven to guide you into the bowels of my soul reaches fear
Eerie roads swaying each and every way toward and away the demons
The demons in your own mind

The shadows across your wall as you try to sleep lurk in your nightmares
Ghostly skeleton mists lock away deep frightful thoughts in the crypt
The crypt which gave me nothing to believe in

The feel of the cold dead thoughts you hear peel the skin
The darkening heavens above took nothing for granted
Running liberated souls whom give no hope looks away

Gloom grooms walk into the fallen seraph’s arms
Walk into fear
Fear of the succession of your past mistakes
Take away all hope and belief
Someone help me find home
To help me believe you need the glance of death in your eyes, not mine
When the gleam of his scythe reaches your throat, and then tell me you fear nothing
To help the belief of love
Love all who which does not wish to be loved
Pain, pain, pain
Fear, fear, fear
Hate, hate, hate

The greed of the seraph’s despair glances into the murky depths
This greed is the downfall
The pain is the primary lead to fear
And fear is the primary lead to darkness in the anguish of greed


Walk into fear
Fear of the succession of your past mistakes
Take away all hope and belief
Someone help me find home
To help me believe you need the glance of death in your eyes, not mine
Glare but do not walk into the Fallen Seraph’s Arms
Heed thy warning, or go into her arms and parish