Oath Of Silence - Sylosis

Shamed by the weak and cast down in disgust

A shell of a broken man without trust

Preaching upon open ears of the deaf

Depraved words uttered beneath your cold breathe

Killing what’s left of the embers of youth

Scraping and clawing for a whisper of truth

Sewing our mouths shut as nothing escapes

Love and grave is a display of a man you once were

But unlike the hand of Midas

What you touch with turn to shit

Blood will flow between us

And the ground will shake until you repent your sins

The touch of cold skin and the embrace of life

In darkness dwells secrets in a holy disguise

Nothing will soothe you, old hands will turn numb

Silence will not speak

But unlike the hand of Midas

What you touch will turn to shit

Burn this fucking saviour

Until you see the damage you cause

Faces mean nothing when nothing is left

Lust will now turn you from reason to rape

Falling from grace is the beckoning sin

Sharing the pain is a means to an end

Is this your saving grace

Just leave our sins to pass away