Saint - Painted Wives

Pray for every living thing

On this precious earth

There will come a time

When all matter disappears at birth

In space unknown infinity

A symbol resonates

Across oceans of prophecy

A tyrant grows innate.

Saint, in a casket circle of leave

Saved, by a bastard raised by a thief.

Blinded by discovery

A covenant displaced

A lion’s song is worthless

As long as it is tame.

Walls made of terrible gold

Looking back was your body a slave

Always do what you are told

When you know it’s a dying race

Saint, in a casket circle of leave

Saved, by a bastard raised by a thief.

Same time saint.

I know what kind

of animals to eat

Golden times new roman master

Fall asleep

The serpent king is punishing

This is all I have to say

As I saw in half the holiest calf is me.

Walls made of terrible gold

Looking back was your body a slave

Always do what you are told

When you know it’s a dying race.

Saint, in a casket circle of leave

Saved, by a bastard raised by a thief.

Same time saint.