Lyrics Red Room - Curse Upon A Prayer

Red Room

I could taste his wine of lies
Of a weak divine breathing no more
A crown of thorns upon his decayed skull
And his filthy blood on my hands
«Hear me, Seraphs!
Hear the Heralds of Pestilence!»
Thorns, pierce me
Poison my dying flesh
And I will carry your sins
To your grave with you
Uncross your hands & vomit his flesh
Behold the sad god you once prayed
Praise the dead flesh nailed on the wall
For in my presence his light began to fade
And with great praise they will feast
The bastard sons upon their false fathers
And from the flesh you were born
And the flesh is all you are!
«Hear me, Seraphs!»
Fly today
Higher, beyond gods
Embrace all things pure
For tomorrow when the moon turns red
The skies will die
By my word
And those words will be spoken
Thousands of times again