Sacrosanct کے بول

This god is of a madness Where life holds no surprise The years gonna pass your face As men become too bright With the arrow Pull our ropes and chains too tight Shed not a care for no man She sleeps alone tonight The altar will be scented The altar will be scented Her little ugly tragedy It's a poor man's stumbling ground Just like a serpent seeking And listen to the sound Destitution have an encore Where reason's put to rest Just slip into it's deeper hands Where faith is put to rest The altar will be scented The altar will be scented Torn by the four winds Breathless from the start I can show you To pull those legs apart The dead man had a daughter And will let the reaper through The hunters in the sea of chains The world comes after you The altar will be scented The altar will be scented