Ruins of Temple

Ages of a temple in ruins.
Voices raised over a defeated flag.
Swords buried in corpses
put the holy fires out with their cold hearts
and testimonies os hidden sins.

Where are the kings who have served the Lord?
Where are the great battles for honors?
Quenched the justice with wrong blood.
The power became blind.

There will be no rapture for the flesh.
The flames of the sun missed its colors.
For the sinner, there is only ano path.
Path of the ruins of a temple.

Ages that the knees do not bend,
the shady days has arrived.
The gardian of the holiness of GOD
comes to destroy souls.
Who has not the mark of the lamb.

The sinner is captive in your own consciousness.
Exchanges a royal dream for carnal destres,
in a word of spiritually dead,
in a word of sacrifices for a portal.

Have you ever walked into the darkness
behind a wall of ligtht?
Winds and breezes
in seconds stroms become.
Dark days, without revived truth, without promises.
You do think all this as blasphemy.
The pain comes sooner,
when sin entices you in another temple.

Garments without fire, the cure is no loger here.
Faithless temples, temples of ruins.
Ages without auras, days of rage.
Ruins of days.
Ruins of a Temple.