I cast my heart unto the beast. Unto my sin. I would never find my faith in this belief unseen again. The solitude of youth. My conscience wearing thin. I will suffer my infliction as a desecrated man. But the fear the blood the sweat and sound. They brought me here to wait for the will to appear. We were blinded by the sacred light. They carried us away. Like a razor through the dark that night. My destiny. Now the weight of living word. Come calling true. And my heart will drink the blood of death my soul forever knew. On the reverence of a voice. My clarity of you. The king of whom I never was has run my spirit through. We will carry that flame. The fire is in our name. We will carry that flame