Ice Painting...
Stare at the man with broken dreams
Help the fallen angel with it's wings
Break the glass to open hell
This is the story her eyes tell
Picture the world without the beast
Take a breath, to see the least
Distort time to sweep the inside
Comfort the dying soul and question the mind
For she fills the cup with my blood
The purest filth beneath the flood
Destroy their world with the golden ram
To see, understand and scatter the lamb
The light that shines through the stands
Engulfed in flames to understand
Cause here is the man amused and spaced-out
Seeking destruction till lights-out.
Despair is forbidden...
Killing is praised...
The time will come
When the children of God
hold the key to their own slaughter..
Time was, is and for ever will be the ice painting...
Help the fallen angel with it's wings
Break the glass to open hell
This is the story her eyes tell
Picture the world without the beast
Take a breath, to see the least
Distort time to sweep the inside
Comfort the dying soul and question the mind
For she fills the cup with my blood
The purest filth beneath the flood
Destroy their world with the golden ram
To see, understand and scatter the lamb
The light that shines through the stands
Engulfed in flames to understand
Cause here is the man amused and spaced-out
Seeking destruction till lights-out.
Despair is forbidden...
Killing is praised...
The time will come
When the children of God
hold the key to their own slaughter..
Time was, is and for ever will be the ice painting...