Damascus Trail – Damascus – letras

Damascus TrailDAMASCUS TRAIL|A trail, A Pathescaping the fieryof the church’s wrathfor she did stray awayfrom the Christian’sbiblical conforming waysWith no chance to go backto my home, where aloneI stay, rot with daytill I surrender my loveto a superstitious slayI confessed that I passedthe clasp of God’s almighty graspon my soul take its tollleft wasting like the world we know|To claim my only loveto slay my only loveto claim my heart and soul to leave me burnt downleft in woe|I walk my pathwords of witchcraftupon her lipsupon her dying breath,upon this wrath Iwill hold, this scoldstill cold, Still spiteshe was killed by their willwhilst still, thou shall not killunderstand, my words of contradictionof « good souls » untoldthe crimes, of a vicious scapegoatMy tears shalt clear the Luciferian firethat has drenched my love in wrongful death|On a Damascus Trail, She walked her path into death’s wrathA funeral pyre reserved for her, for false sins she burns|she diedin flamesthe book was to blame|The day I drew an image of death