I'll preach again my saints
Better for worse, for better days
He heard the trial, he heard his sins
All his worth burnt away
My sense of will
Sin of peace
Left a hole in my cheek
Risen from his heart
His veins lacked kind
Take my own
It's not fake
No drone in my chain
Is gold without the stake of home
I'll do what I didn't intend
End a time of a friend
What to do without the fear
Of being lost amongst tears
Take my own
It's not fake
No drone in my chain
Is gold without the stake of home