Sleeper - Lakobeil

Gold and silver is the autumn Soft and gentle are her skies Yes I know, are the answers Written in my true love's eyes Autumn's leaving, winter's coming I think

He is the living on who was dead behold he is now alive forever and ever and holds the keys to death and hades Royal blood flowed through his veins even as he w

Flesh mingles with spirit and so begins the dilution The fatal compromise Septic hypocrisy Muscles clench forcing vomit over the congregation's eager ears Cater