by GeoSolus

Created on: December 29, 2008

A silver tear
Running in redemption
Washed away the fears
On your pale complexion
The crimson shadows
Under your stare
A gaze from the gallows
You willingly share

I read it in the clouds
That storm in your eyes
Standing out from the crowd
Dead calm they cry
I know where they're going
Can feel what they see
Your emotions are showing
But you can't set them free

Try my vendetta
Sister have no mercy
Make this world better
Reign them in heresy

Do as they deserve
Sister have no mercy
Bend them until they serve
Reign them in heresy

Wrapped in thorns
Days gone on your shoulders
Past written with scorn
Old wounds growing older
Timing their return
Preparing to strike
The venom coldly burns
Willing wrongs in to rights

Try my vendetta
Sister have no mercy
Make this world better
Reign them in heresy

Do as they deserve
Sister have no mercy
Bend them until they serve
Reign them with heresy

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