Sacrosanct - Play Dead

this god is of a madness

Where life holds no surprise

The years gonna pass your face

As men become too bright

With the arrow

Pull our ropes and chains too tight

Shed not a care for no man

She sleeps alone tonight

The altar will be scented

The altar will be scented

Her little ugly tragedy

It’s a poor man’s stumbling ground

Just like a serpent seeking

And listen to the sound

Destitution have an encore

Where reason’s put to rest

Just slip into it’s deeper hands

Where faith is put to rest

The altar will be scented

The altar will be scented

Torn by the four winds

Breathless from the start

I can show you

To pull those legs apart

The dead man had a daughter

And will let the reaper through

The hunters in the sea of chains

The world comes after you

The altar will be scented

The altar will be scented