Redemption - Silentium

Now Look at Me Bleeding

Thine Saviour so Blessed

A Shrine for the Lustful

So Scatheless My Wrists

For No Man I’d Suffer

A Thief, Liar Nor King

Nor Walk Upon Flames

Sing Dirges of Moarn

A Fiery Throat to Fall

For a Horde of the Traitors

Every Soul Shall Betray

And Every Soul Shall Be Betrayed

For Nothing I’d Suffer

Nor Cry Nameless in Vain

Your Tongue Filled with Poison

My Chalice Your Mouth

Thus Solace Has Drowneth

Now Look at Your Saviour

And His Body Grew Colder

Our Redemption Was Lust

For Nothing I’d Ask For

As I Bow Down My Head

Weary with Your Strife

So Scatheless Thine Wrists