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