This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental
and unintentional.
I am the same one. Church of the fallen. Sacred war. Clear as the eyes can see. A dark shining beauty.
My lips are glow. Come and feel me now. Open up before me.
I am the same one. Church of the fallen. Sacred war. Clear as the eyes can see. A dark shining beauty.
I am glorious. With the link of a tongue. Lifted twine.
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Oh...


Lead me
To all the pictures of it
Of a radiant fire
With the power
Recreate
My soul, my pleasure
Through my will
My words become love
I'll sing tonight
Without a sound

It's a land
In the brightest of lights
In the highest of sights
Here
I am the temple
Church of the fallen
Sacred war
With the fire inside
Profound and glorious
In the lake of the tongue
It's in sway
It's in sway