Austere کے بول

Austere Lost myself and sympathy Dim the shapes of all that´s passed Down cast eyes sweating pain Crestfallen with faithlessness Sorrowborne to iniquity A rosary to enwrap my core in... Rage of yore, the sermon inborn, cleanse me from vague lies Lies Dogmatized and canonized Your wrygone word soothes me not I withhold bitterness As a tragic symbol of my inspiration Revived from an austere dream Hear the birds of mourning filter... Te Deum, but for whom, let me come undone; No Christ adored neath love for life is a lie When millenia of "heretics" die Sacrosanct, vestal So we raise Thee on a pedestal Mother of God Your faerytale breeds our ignorance Shroud my eyes With moist kisses Of mourning dew Religious mistress Lies No Christ adored neath love for life is a lie When millenia of "heretics" die Sacrosanct, vestal So we raise Thee on a pedestal Mother of God Your faerytale breeds our ignorance.