Throne Of Grace
by Balaclava· from Crimes Of Faith
War
Against desire that sees no restraint, I bring war
Against the noble that strive to create, I bring war
War
Endless war
Against a strength that would not fear death, I bring war
Against every fountain of life, I bring war
War, for the progression of every faith and the psychology of the staid
No voice, no face on the throne of grace
Do you see me now?
Recognize something?
Your reflection?
Here I stand, again alone, sanctified in conquered souls