Lantern - Virgin Damnation lyrics

Joint depression, this congregation of the foul The ceremony of unlight, where the wrongful are called A child’s step weavers, as fragile as their souls At the threshold of misfortune; here you don’t belong Don’t bring them here in the warmth of damnation there’s more joy Bring a knife and a chalice, bring the virgin of grail Strip her to shatters of void to haunt in between the aisles All once pure is now lost, forged to null and stale Never again speak with words to me Your blood means nothing to me Never again look at the face of him Your blood means nothing to him Don’t bring them here in the warmth of damnation there’s more joy