Awakened from sleep in the dead of the night in an old monastary where you spend your lifenFlesh quickly touches the blade of the knifenThe broken silence shrieks in delightnAdorned in tattered robes, faith in decaynWhile you're chanting the words that you must saynDead things on the altar wait and remain as you quickly fall on your weak knees and praynnMental constructions haunting your mindnRitual sin for the soul you must bind.nDove feathers stick to the blood on your wristnThe vampiric bite of a heavenly kissnnThe children crynThe choirs sighnAll the while being crucifiednStigmatic plague in your mindnAll the while being crucifiednThe words of Christ turned into lies.nAll the while being crucifiednLook at the world through my eyesnAll the while being crucifiednnYour god watches you bleed as you stare at the skynLeft lying alone questioning whynNo salvation for you after you dienImagine redemption as you close your eyesnnThe children crynThe choirs sighnAll the while being crucifiednStigmatic plague in your mindnAll the while being crucifiednThe words of Christ turned into liesnAll the while being crucifiednLook at the world through my eyesnAll the while being crucifiedn[x2]