Into the Holy of Holies - Crypt Sermon

We stand before an altar to a silent god

Incense and burning flesh the scents that fill the air

There is no salvation for those who once believed

No fire from Heaven, no answer to their prayer

No longer shackled to the myth of a silent god

Once forced to kneel but determined to stand

The chains are off and the truth shall be revealed

All this time we held the magic in our hands

Into the Holy of Holies

There is no wind to give us flight

Into the Holy of Holies

There is no fire fire to give us light

The curtain falls, there is no sign of silent god

Take to the wind and wing the angels hold their breath

There is no salvation for those who once believed

Take to the skies we proudly face our death

Into the Holy of Holies

There is no wind to give us flight

Into the Holy of Holies

There is no fire fire to give us light

Into the Holy of Holies

There is no wind to give us flight

Into the Holy of Holies

There is no fire fire to give us light

My Kingdom come

My Kingdom come

My Kingdom come

My Kingdom come