""if he could see the gleam in heaven he could believe her once again hiding in the heart that's cold and blind she would demand his pure devotion like a drifter in a storm searching for a place that's safe and warm and she will be there once again before his plight embrace the soul the treason set aflame and as she steals his soul away before the war for then he'll be a mere puppet in her game when the feeling dies and the seeds are sown when she calls his name and his fear of the godless will be from afar she will steal his soul all the joy will bleed to concede for the heaven's lie see the lighting strike through the rain when the feeling dies he feels the demon control him tear his mind away again tortured by the lust inside in dream when he sees her face in the fire like a burning burial ground taken to where this hell is called home and in the solitude of prayers he feels the pain a crushing blow his savior never came as if she held him in her arms falling blind betrayed by love the loner bleeds the same when the feeling dies and the seeds are sown when she calls his name and his fear of the godless will be from afar she will steal his soul all the joy will bleed to concede for the heaven's lie see the lighting strike through the rain when the healing dies and the words have gone with the gall to blame and his love of the helpless will be torn apart she will force his hand and the sick will bleed to control his faith to defy in the frightening light though the pain when the healing dies (when the feeling dies)""