Sweet Moment of Triumph - Sacrilege

As he wandered in silverly halls among silent marbles

Enigmatic sculptures each with different tales to tell

He touched their hard faces yet soft

Like the mist over a sleeping sea

Their beauty and sorrow was feeding his superior soul

Through a heart of stone no blood will flow

To cleanse the evil cold as snow

Oh pitiful earth that me inherited

Visions of peace crushed to dust

Without compassion he absored their auras

For his strength to gain

Nor did he feel for the souls he drained

In hysteria screaming… Triumph oh glorious state of mind

With the silent ones gathered the powers combined

No words will break the shells as they broke them

Fear won’t shatter the walls as it shattered them

Through the heart of stone no blood will flow

To cleanse the evil cold as snow

Without compassion he absored their auras

For his strength to gain

Nor did he feel for the souls he drained

In hysteria screaming… Triumph oh glorious state of mind

With the silent ones gathered the powers combined

Through the heart of stone no blood will flow

To cleanse the evil cold as snow