WINE AND GATES
Power's In Safer Number's (Church Of Night)
Once upon a time
Thank's and anger's apparition
Walk together, into the name of trying
Power's of need, for a clarity of fiction
Sweet to haste, turn's of seldom
The role of destined care's, to remember the reason
Of vice's and virtue's, also a gift to wisdom
Happier to haunt, the trace of drempt since, a fury of season's
Hello, we are the stirring sight
Of per and proportion
Tendered misery in the fate, of might we speak to right's
Of courage in the seem, of further burden, and worthing?
Might is my name, comes one
Instantly hidden, by the nature of the other's
Focus in verge's, of deem and the history to evolve to same
Proud is our very, verily the taint of open word's, there
Good bye, the roles we select for ancient hour's, of visitation
Deemed with a frank kind, if not kiss in the frequency
Have come and gone, to see the new, a price of inclination
To find the more of sincere control and first's extol, lividly
Do you know any better?
Came, the voice is real, with a mercy to it's honor's
As a rage is, the faint side's of rational for the schism of nearness, to the letter
Would you answer with another's lip's, or should life risk it with your's?
Where did that voice come from?
Honor your heed when it's the gift of wishes...
Who said that? are we still all alone?
Meant with the nearness of vice, to the drive of fruition...
Than how come we all died from a stark neglect, spirit?
In the tongue of superstition, the price of animosity...
Is one to collect nation's, for a hell with no limit...
Take your self centered ours, and show the rest of us, virtuosity
To keep the chin of sincerity, is to make the comely known...
Benign if sad, sublime if happy, now is the truth a numbered day...
Qualm to serve the share of possibility, the service is one of stone...
Come from the silence to have, the avidness of peace, in these worth's do we say...
Force's come and dwell with us, the tongue of simplicity in motion
Truth is a baring eye, that has a sense of dismay for you...
But our callous charisma, has the conscience to conceive of devotion
In the ends of the world, we have no place for it, ever worth more to could...
Pausing for the dream in the wind, the group is astounded
Plied lips and the finess to sake, but a new part and pardon
We have selected love, for a simplicity to acquire the times, as founded
By the calm of superiority that has, the sight of light that can, sort heaven's
Thank's and anger's apparition
Walk together, into the name of trying
Power's of need, for a clarity of fiction
Sweet to haste, turn's of seldom
The role of destined care's, to remember the reason
Of vice's and virtue's, also a gift to wisdom
Happier to haunt, the trace of drempt since, a fury of season's
Hello, we are the stirring sight
Of per and proportion
Tendered misery in the fate, of might we speak to right's
Of courage in the seem, of further burden, and worthing?
Might is my name, comes one
Instantly hidden, by the nature of the other's
Focus in verge's, of deem and the history to evolve to same
Proud is our very, verily the taint of open word's, there
Good bye, the roles we select for ancient hour's, of visitation
Deemed with a frank kind, if not kiss in the frequency
Have come and gone, to see the new, a price of inclination
To find the more of sincere control and first's extol, lividly
Do you know any better?
Came, the voice is real, with a mercy to it's honor's
As a rage is, the faint side's of rational for the schism of nearness, to the letter
Would you answer with another's lip's, or should life risk it with your's?
Where did that voice come from?
Honor your heed when it's the gift of wishes...
Who said that? are we still all alone?
Meant with the nearness of vice, to the drive of fruition...
Than how come we all died from a stark neglect, spirit?
In the tongue of superstition, the price of animosity...
Is one to collect nation's, for a hell with no limit...
Take your self centered ours, and show the rest of us, virtuosity
To keep the chin of sincerity, is to make the comely known...
Benign if sad, sublime if happy, now is the truth a numbered day...
Qualm to serve the share of possibility, the service is one of stone...
Come from the silence to have, the avidness of peace, in these worth's do we say...
Force's come and dwell with us, the tongue of simplicity in motion
Truth is a baring eye, that has a sense of dismay for you...
But our callous charisma, has the conscience to conceive of devotion
In the ends of the world, we have no place for it, ever worth more to could...
Pausing for the dream in the wind, the group is astounded
Plied lips and the finess to sake, but a new part and pardon
We have selected love, for a simplicity to acquire the times, as founded
By the calm of superiority that has, the sight of light that can, sort heaven's
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Power`s In Safer Number`s (Church Of Night)
Power`s In Safer Number`s (Church Of Night)