Lord Of Shadows - Faith of Thy Beloved

I have lived a thousand lives
I have died a thousand times
Each body, eternal recurrence

Encompassing resurrection of dead aeons

I've cried an ocean of words
For the world that will never change
I was the darkness that brought you flowers

The bleeding metaphor for a deadly eye

I've crossed aeons of flesh to find you
Storm is your touch, death brings your voice
Feeding the lips of dying hallows
For the path you walk, I'll offer myself

Your world, designed in deaf groans
Wicked trace of silence under my heel
You're nothing but worms scorning the mud

Your souls are rotting, for your pity christ

For the path I walk, my art it's a temple
No heavens will wish for my soul
Nor gods will write upon my oath

As for the path I walk, I am the essence

I've crossed aeons of flesh to find you
Storm is your touch, death brings your voice
Feeding the lips of dying hallows
For the path you walk, I'll offer myself

Tonight, the skies are burning in between my ribs
Smoky shadows of amorphous fires
When silence is lost in crimson red
In the eyes of darkness

Tonight I'll die again for your sins
I will dance the mournful waltz
As for the path I walk, no heavens
As for the path I walk, no gods...

I've crossed aeons of flesh to find you
Storm is your touch, death brings your voice
Feeding the lips of dying hallows
For the path you walk, I'll offer myself