n the eyes of all
Let them come and redeem aloud
Bastard alter, bastard son
Blessed
The moment your gone
In all their prestige
With every gaze gone
Lost in every hallowed hymn their dulled tongues came to speak
Looming illusion
This husk will not take
And won’t stand to last
What slips away from us
Call this illusion what you must
In all their prestige
With every gaze gone
Lost in every hallowed hymn that their dulled tongues came to speak