Our love is fire, the fuel to our existence.
If I die, I'll just fall into the grace of his hands.
She becomes the story I use to tell, she can't feel for what is felt.
The ghost lingers in the hallway and I see the devils army lurk in silence.
Stay with me, and believe in me.
All your fears have come true, the nightmares are born blue.
They are trapped in the light. From the dead, she rises.
This planet is a battle ground. The devils feet are the roots.
They have the land, but we have the air. Our light shines in pairs of two.
This cup overflows with love. And our bowls are filled with Gods grace.
The sky cracks in heaven and the night belongs to Us.
Hell retreats in panic.
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