The light won't shine
Through the cracks
Of a deep dark hole
Filled up with black
A soul cant see
It's own shadow
Etched in the pane
Of the blood stained glass windows
Those hallowed halls
Are war rooms
Where the pious pray
In the name of doom
They sing a song
While the wind blows
Sheets of red rain
On the blood stained glass windows
Their back is turned
Heads are bowed
They beat their swords
Into poison plows
They sowed the soil
Where bad seeds grow
Into trees of chains
Made of blood stained glass windows
