Virgin Damnation - Lantern

Joint depression, this congregation of the foul

The ceremony of unlight, where the wrongful are called

A child’s step weavers, as fragile as their souls

At the threshold of misfortune;

here you don’t belong

Don’t bring them here in the warmth of damnation there’s more joy

Bring a knife and a chalice, bring the virgin of grail

Strip her to shatters of void to haunt in between the aisles

All once pure is now lost, forged to null and stale

Never again speak with words to me

Your blood means nothing to me

Never again look at the face of him

Your blood means nothing to him

Don’t bring them here in the warmth of damnation there’s more joy