Proudly Divine (Ink & Mirrors & Empty Tomb)

Blaming the treasure of the forgotten tomb
Where’s the Truth? Where is the naked Truth?
Inside the mirror - looking inside of you
You’re writing the last lie - You’re opening an empty tomb

TAKE ME HIGHER TO MY LORD
TAKE ME HIGHER TO MYSELF

Beside the coffin you’re carving your own tomb
With pieces of shattered mirrors - with blades & wounds in bloom
Fire on the grain
Smell of carcass and acid rain

End of the season of your blame
Here’s new days for better flames

TAKE ME HIGHER TO MY LORD
TAKE ME HIGHER TO MYSELF

Non credere mai
Non finirà mai
Even the colour of fire
Isn’t brighter than desire.