Where do your morals lie?

Obligated to put your soul into the earth

The status of nobility

Where the statues haunt you with their convicting stare

Your position of voice and justice

The rejection of dogma ripping the mistress of serene

Faith in what cant be seen, did you ever peak?

 

No more poison rain

Did the draught of creed imbalance your spirit 

Put the Lords statue in the kings house

In his own home shall he bow his head

Forever presence of what declares unity and love

Holding honor and strife in both hearts of hand 

Sell your soul to a physical horror

 

Where you hold your nobility and stance on the world 

Intertwined between lives

Did the spirits tell you?

Where the laws and walls were built 

Radical change in your ideas of romance

Threads of despair tied to ancestrial mummers

And pray to the daughter of Apollo 

Silenced by mist and fear 

Seven cups filled with the possibilities of fault 

 

Muted child it's about time you put that knife and cloth down

Your tears naught in a wind of truth-pained secrets

Tartarus said you left your throne home, return to her

Told you, that honor you wrote on you chest meant nothing to your lost soul

Couldn't find that obligation even if you tried

 

Your casket stuck on the earth

Punished, deliverance was taken from you

Restricted oneself to the minds of those detached

Benign's loss