Lost Prayer - Callisto

His holy light shines for the vile

He rolls the dice and putrid wounds close up for good

One’s plight will fade without a sound as he rolls the dice

Now rest, it’s undone

Breathe and let it out

Give yourself to the cause

As one we shall unwind

And make our way through the envisioned

The thrones are aligned

A prayer lost in a maze

God, spare not Thy wrath

A prayer lost in a haze

God, drive down Your axe

All in Thy name