Lyrics:
and the disillusion of living in
A world that has to be rescued - an age
That is sainted to mental decline and
My incapability to struggle for liberation
My last minute
above us - by that God we both adore
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named
My bullets made of blind desire
My rage is cast in sainted lead
Searching with atomic eyes
Disowning to the future times
I found myself with blind
our freedom of faith, worthless conscience
and meaningless greed
We are the sainted ones,
the failed survivors, paced into abyss
I need to leave, in
Tantrum, from which the New Man shall be formed
The orphaned blue blood ov the celestial
Who shuns the burdens ov them sainted whores
Shall
to East
In absentia christi
In unity my fleets traverse
I shall cause thine overwhelming hatred to consume
Among the sainted legion where black
Into the black night, sainted the sword by the bible and the saints
Born to carry the cross for glory and fame for our Christ to die and reign
In sainted moments of dark, unveil yourself by request
For any sin you confide we take a cloth off your breast
And all the night we are blessed in
the right one in
Let the right one in
Take a step back home and breathe in
Take me out with gilded crown
Tell them all I'm sainted now
Look me up, look
the right one in
Let the right one in
Take a step back home and breathe in
Take me out with gilded crown
Tell them all I'm sainted now
Look me up, look
we both adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp
the President is sainted by the Pope;
I wanna be there in an age that offers more than hope
Every day's a holiday and I'll be there
Every song's a song
I'm not trying to get sainted
I don't need to be good
I'm just trying to stay blameless
Go home to her
While you still can
It's much too late now
to steal your sainted youth
Well it's your decision to stay or else to move
And I'm not a man of faith, no gospel oak for me
But you wear a crucifix
And the disillusion of living in
World that has to be rescued, an age
That is sainted to mental decline and
My incapability to struggle for liberation
My last
to go
The caught ya kinda villans
At a port by Mary's row
Here it comes
Here it comes
There it goes
You see the sainted halleujah
Chime it out
your body rest in peace and prayer
Any night and day
No (no) break out of sainted holy fire
I said no (no) wait for the end on burning pyre
No
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