Father in Heaven, a desolate kingdom
His paradise, his promise, a faded flame extinguished by
the dark
Lifetimes of devotion...eternities of nothing
The place for which you long, eludes
and embitters
In the hands of fools and liars...trade your lives for grace
Your souls
are weak and empty, now kiss his throne of sorrow
From crooked tongues...takes of pristine
glory
Consumed by flames it burns, the fall of the holy kingdom
So
high...
Absurd...
Sickening...is the stench of high heaven
Through the
clouds
Through the lies
You'll never see what's never been
At the passing of life and
the coming of death
Pass not through it's gates, but into the dark
No light...
No
love...
No glory...
No heaven...
Fallen has the king...fallen has the
kingdom
Fall into uplifted arms below
The stench of heaven...lingers above
Sour is the
air
But soon the air will clear
