Holy and Wicked Go Hand In Hand

Hold fast to the sinking ship, Lay anchor in sodden ground
Sing your pleas to the gods, Bow to empty words and statues
Hold tight your inhibitions, Lay waste to precious hearts
Sing your blackened words unto deaf and accepting ears
Dig beneath your grave, To the hell that awaits you
Rise above the blood and dirt, To the heaven you were promised
And while angels cry, While chains shackle them to your words
And while angels bleed...You will know true peace
For your damned soul will plead ignorance to the masses