In search for answers to your betrayal
Your eyes are seeking tapestry of wind
While I seek solitude, the bells are ringing in temples
They have no answers for me, except
To find relief in blessings and penitence
I long for a hopeful gaze, that's all
And a smile that will silence
False prophets, who betray love more often
And false Gods who perform rituals upon the living
To make them one with the dead.
Adorned in wealth from those who have gold
They smitten your heart and use it to smelt the metals
And your feeling, your emotions
Are woods they use as fire to design their ornaments
These false Gods, and their murderous prophets
Reach into caverns of hope
To blind the faithful
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