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 coincidentaland 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.Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh...Lead meTo all the pictures of itOf a radiant fireWith the powerRecreateMy soul, my pleasureThrough my willMy words become loveI'll sing tonightWithout a soundIt's a landIn the brightest of lightsIn the highest of sightsHereI am the templeChurch of the fallenSacred warWith the fire insideProfound and gloriousIn the lake of the tongueIt's in swayIt's in sway