the original faith

where those heroes 

with no names

are still fighting

(for a better tomb)

where is

no memories to mend

and no means

for an end

the original faith

is pronounced backwards

in the language 

of forked tongues

work by word

benediction or bewitchment

a vile substance 

for a strange addiction

chosen by

a faith that lied, 

a frozen sentence of a bargain 

to a gone penance

 

under scraps of decadence, an impending doom

through every gloom, a fool's game

in the ashes revealed

where in a future foreseen

the reckoning times 

never fail

unleash 

the power of bestiality 

the faith of a rebellious tone

under world's deceit and inception

and their world 

would die again 

and again 

in blame

and deception

the whore's derision,

lying

to all god's envision,

their cruel faces

kept changing 

everyday

through the shapes

of night and day

 at this earth´s stage,

a female

forgotten touch

- it was our opening torch

those roses

with thorns,

always a reminder

to you

that her sacred thoughts

are not yours.

the vile's will,

the slaughter's hand

that rings the bell

in this wasteland

all eagle's claws

were still clutched

to the lost years ark.

but who's repaid those wasted years

who's gonna manage, all the damage done?