Dekadent The Renaissance Of Purity
My Face in Soil
To Root out the Coil
The Fear out of My Life
Heart has turned to stone
And skin has overgrown
The scars of my given time
It seemed like an every day
Fear seemed to burn away
You came as a friend
By Soil embraced
By Sun set ablaze
Cleansed once more I am set free
These crimson stains are melted by water
Drained by a dead Tree
Dream no Dream
Cares do not seem
To cry out their need
A Sea of Tears comes pouring down your face
Like a true essence of purity that springs of utter grace
My Face in Soil
To Root out the Coil
The Fear out of My Life
See the Eyes of Stone
To the whole world they've been shown
And I did not know
Seemed like an every day
Fear seemed to burn away
You came as a friend
