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I heard a voice from out beyond. A familiar tone wrapped in warmth; it was him.
And so, I spoke as he drew near, I whispered to the wind, as if he would hear. My voice quivering, shaking in fear.
My lips let out these words in hushed tones, for I knew it was forbidden: you are my religion.
My saving grace in times of need, for every breath you take, seems holy to me.
For every word that drops from your lips is what I believed the book of truth speaks.
That your every deed and every move is what will save the lives of many. My liege, my king, the most holy one, please! Oh, please!
Tell us how to rid of our tainted skin, our sinful minds, our wretched lives. Tell us what to do, for we are your sheep; your lowlife followers, that will do as you please.
We'll offer our best and then ourselves, for it is what you decree. My lord, our savior, tell me what thine need and I will give whatever it is so your heart shall be pleased. Your word speaks of many things, such hopeful and kind deeds.
So, I’ll preach you well, as a god should be preached. I'll put you on a pedestal and give my all, and all you shall receive. My god, my king, the hopeful light your love is what I need.
But what would the love of a god do when I have long stopped to believe? Yes, it may seem foolish of me to fall for your charming sighs and wistful smile. But what could I do? I have fallen for you.
Though it is forbidden by the book of your word, and the promise of your tomorrow. But I guess I was moronic enough to think that you would give up the skies for me and walk among the fires of hell with me.
For I was the demon that had fallen for the god, who was bound to kill me to save his land above. (prayer of the fallen // 82519)
I heard a voice from out beyond. A familiar tone wrapped in warmth; it was him.
And so, I spoke as he drew near, I whispered to the wind, as if he would hear. My voice quivering, shaking in fear.
My lips let out these words in hushed tones, for I knew it was forbidden: you are my religion.
My saving grace in times of need, for every breath you take, seems holy to me.
For every word that drops from your lips is what I believed the book of truth speaks.
That your every deed and every move is what will save the lives of many. My liege, my king, the most holy one, please! Oh, please!
Tell us how to rid of our tainted skin, our sinful minds, our wretched lives. Tell us what to do, for we are your sheep; your lowlife followers, that will do as you please.
We'll offer our best and then ourselves, for it is what you decree. My lord, our savior, tell me what thine need and I will give whatever it is so your heart shall be pleased. Your word speaks of many things, such hopeful and kind deeds.
So, I’ll preach you well, as a god should be preached. I'll put you on a pedestal and give my all, and all you shall receive. My god, my king, the hopeful light your love is what I need.
But what would the love of a god do when I have long stopped to believe? Yes, it may seem foolish of me to fall for your charming sighs and wistful smile. But what could I do? I have fallen for you.
Though it is forbidden by the book of your word, and the promise of your tomorrow. But I guess I was moronic enough to think that you would give up the skies for me and walk among the fires of hell with me.
For I was the demon that had fallen for the god, who was bound to kill me to save his land above. (prayer of the fallen // 82519)
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