Abandoned by my beliefs

Bitter and torn

Absinthian sleeps

Bereaved of light

Find your own god

Repent my sins

Redeem my flaws

This fire, it consumes the cynic I've become

False prophets proudly try to sing a worthy outcome

Malevolent

Laid waste to

Raised high on grief

Blistered, burnt through

Battled, betrayed and torn down

Solace within

Polished and crowned

This fire, it consumes the cynic I've become

False prophets always try to sing a worthy outcome

Bathed in blood and burning

I'm asking sister sea to cleanse me of this yearning

This fear that's consuming me

Bathed in blood and burning

To cleanse me of this yearning