Father Ov Blasphemies

Disheveled neath the rubble, my hands are pale and unfamiliar
Godsends from the red runs, it wrestles not with flesh and bone
Forsaken those who follow, a selfish path the moon bestows
The sins flow down the father, His consequence I've come to adore

A nosebleed for disciples, a plague is creeping, I foresee
An empty throne will beckon, but I know it's never meant for me
Confessions by the altar, solidify a chance for heaven
Perched above his sacrifice
"You've fallen deep", she says unto me

This knight never falls
You gotta find your peace, you better practice and preach
The dead arise beneath the moon

Neck intact, un-strangled. Restrung my cords as if unhung
Our stories bloodied forest, A trail designed to swallow tongues

Begging for a sign of you, I laid upon the rituals. I bit the fruit and found myself in ruins of a life familiar
This knight never falls
You gotta find your peace, you better practice and preach
The dead arise beneath the moon
Shackled, undying, our irritation keeps repeating
Sever your ties, to crawl into the afterlife