On Poisoned Ground

Can you hear the roaring thunder that cracks the heaven's skies?
To unleash the blazing fury of the ancient looming fires
To sear the throat that sings of tranquility and bliss

No choir will sing tonight
But behold the cries of strangled hope
For no love can match the beauty of despair
No light shines here

Can you hear the graceful slither of the old and cunning snake?
Which bends the spine of sanity, even the purest can it break
May your desires fill the hearts of the holiest of men

The fire that burns the flesh, the sound of earthly cries
The void beneath the void, the faith of wrath divine

Come! Come reap! O fervent one of holy demise
Behold the poisoned ground for death's delight

No choir will sing tonight
But behold the cries of strangled hope
For no love can match the beauty of despair
No life thrives here



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Jordan Taysom, Sean Michael Bruneau
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