Abandoned by my beliefs
Bitter and torn
Absinthian sleeps

Bereaved of light
Find your own God
Repent my sins
Redeem my flaws

This fire, it consumes the cynic I've become
False prophets proudly try to sing a worthy outcome

Malevolent
Laid waste to
Raised high on grief
Blistered, burnt through

Battled, betrayed and torn down
Solace within
Polished and crowned

This fire, it consumes the cynic I've become
False prophets always try to sing a worthy outcome

Bathed in blood and burning
I'm asking sister sea to cleanse me of this yearning
This fear that's consuming me

Bathed in blood and burning
To cleanse me of this yearning