Zoisite
Fires of Hell come with Ice upon Heaven,
Frozen in Purgatory.
Steel hammer drops upon the amber to create
another Cemetery.
A Priest doth bless the ground that's red from
blood spilled in war.
For that is what is left of the children whom
have cried in damnable horror.
The sun will set and the moon will rise
whether a man kills or not.
In the name of God ,Country and King, the
craftsman works for his profit.
Leaving only an ornament hanging from the pulpit.
Frozen in Purgatory.
Steel hammer drops upon the amber to create
another Cemetery.
A Priest doth bless the ground that's red from
blood spilled in war.
For that is what is left of the children whom
have cried in damnable horror.
The sun will set and the moon will rise
whether a man kills or not.
In the name of God ,Country and King, the
craftsman works for his profit.
Leaving only an ornament hanging from the pulpit.