VIA CRUCIFIO

your being beset the thousand strong army
stay to walk unto darkness nothing to look and
I, with no shadow will kiss you, way to your death
the four gospel that
hold not my hand, that he love not the magdalene
to taste none of lust but serve the omnipotent one
but we serve the dust and bone
ay so come out thast i wanted but his coldness touches the blackness of mine heart
as long as i lived. his bone live within me

it is the IV of the Urban that walks through the fire not me
and his bull will not save the great stone of peter but we
in every inverted cross lies the blood of innocent
if we could turn back time... you will agree to be the servant of the bone.