The Sword Letra

conceptions of wisdom occuring no more
Torture
Dreams such wonderfull dreams (of dreams)
Now only nightmares and ebbing memories of the past
Torture
Regiments of tainted angels
ascending from their infernal depths of darkness
on this sweet mothers earth
There's something inside joy (a prisoner)
Banging his head in a lonely room (release me)
His time is your doing
condemning him to ignorance
Deny him his freedom call
the writings on the wall there's no hope in damnation
wallow in selfpity like lambs to the slaughter
The sword waits to unleash an unknown soul
enslaved
the prisoner breaks free
His spirit on fire
exorcising his captor
and looking upon the tormented mother
And looking upon the grave of the unliving