A Centuries Old Love

The skies are raining blood

On

this cold, dark

& weary night

Countless eons spent alone Yearning for your undying love

But you were burned upon the pyre For only believing in things

higher

That the Church refused to aknowledge So I burn their pathetic den

of lies to the ground

Upon the cross I spit

And Christ I abhor

If I cannot have you Then life is no more

Upon the cross I spit

And Christ I abhor

If I cannot have you Then life is no more

I have slained a thousand Men

And I'll slay a thousand more

If it means I can lay next to you eternally

But you were burned upon the pyre For only believing in things

higher

That the Church refused to aknowledge So I burn their pathetic den

of lies to the ground The skies are raining blood

On this cold, dark & weary night

Countless eons spent alone