Temple Songtext
von Servant

My heaven,my hell
Build upon stones
An illusion of meaning
So narrow,yet so wide
Incarcerate
No move
No breath
Helpless and innocent
A figure of pain
You all who came
For shelter
For comfort
Witness the horror
An image of heaven
Pray for salvation
Slaughter the righteous
Breaking the limbs
All moral to deny
Welcome the cruel
The wicked


Treachery
Done
Below the surface
A river to dread as all
Waves of blood and semen
Encase the pillars
A vessel to fill
Broken bodies to fit
Their worries,its clay
See the giant
Who devours its children
Cutting the wings
Stabbing their hearts
See the kindest place
The flowers,the altar
On mud
A temple to build
Let all weak and broken
Come to me
So I will embrace them
And grand them their wishes