Sinner

Sinner and hearse

On a paved grey

Fault has chained their will

Their amazing blame

All their love, you cannot fond

But their moral pride

(Tell me your lie!)

Wonder, mystery

Dementia due to our cry they call our sin

(They cry within)

Gather vows to the scribe

Lore will devour the human cry

Candles bring out shadows

And shadows hit his catalepsy

(And tie his tongue)

Wonder, mystery

Dementia due to our cry they call our sin

(They cry within)

Gather vows to the scribe

Lore will devour the human cry

An excess, spark to his mass

Greed has six-feeted our dearest sinner

Wounds never heal until sorrows stop at the tomb

Haunt in pain

Poor, a deserver awaits

Jewels of glass that reflect their grace

Human, all too human cry

Crown laid as a funeral wreath

Amnesty, the scent of burnt-down farm

Remains to haunt men`s hearts

Motherly, the grave hugs her son

Haunts in pain