In the light of  truth
That sacred fire
Our  well of salvation
Penitent sinners, sincere, truthful  
Another satanic sucker punch
The spiritually dead, lost in a haze of words

Cherishing a deep desire for some lost paradise
Sinners with broken and contrite hearts
Weighing heavily upon the Body
Blind minds
Blind eyes

Love has grown cold
Wisdom
The mother of solutions
Wanders forlorn in your sacred lands

The path of light
Fall in pride
Rise in humility
As the Earth repents of mankind

Gypsy