Of the air beneath your wings
A slow and painful ritual
To burn the youth you lost
Blasphemers walk among your flock
Proudly you carry the stone on your back
You plant your feet safely to the ground
Blasphemers walk among your flock
For the lost ones of your world
Your heart even free of hate
Yet, scared todeath by their disbelief
And with autumn closing in
No mercy wil impale your sin