A saint I will never be
Too long in the black of night...

It is centuries old
The lamest holiday...

Our bodies entwined
Your head upon my chest...

Red sky rising beyond the hill
Fire and smoke burning like hell...

Wonder and amazement are the spells that you cast
Weaving their mystical way into my heart of stone...

Cold steel, sharp and ready
Held hidden at your side...

There is a darkness on the edge of my soul
From being burnt one too many times...

Black is the night creeping eternal
Smothering all in its vise like grip...

Practice what you preach
Do what you say...

The sun reflects in your morning eyes
Showing me the stillness of your soul...

Everything happens for a reason...
I have been told...

Like the golden glow of the setting sun
Does this time represent the fall of man...