Aura Noir - Withheld lyrics

Witheld forces of the apostle Drove him to roam the caverns Ceaselessly aiming to govern The new and winding paths Ferociously plunging the chasms (with) rumbling (and) thrashing bewilderment Thriving barrels of yearning pleas Trampled to bone dry dust Contorted smoldering beacon Atop the crumbling stairs Sideways rain and whirling disdain He never got out again He never got out again WITHHELD! STRONGHOLD! The rest of his life in fear As relatives turned and obstacles churned The plague of new life is here