Vanquishment Of The Christian Spirit

Gray portrait of winter, storms lurking beyond
Everdying sun paints the twilight in red
Empty pages of Bible scattered by the wind
Shivering, frozen hand reaches for the knife... afraid
And only a deep silence carries cries through the night so dark

Thunders cross above, clouds reach out their claws
No tear left for you nor for your suffering
Dead or awaken? You've always been forsaken
Now your eyes are open, unable to find those of God (as if they were ever before...)

Where's the way now?
Viciously hidden behind the veil of death?
Eerie storm brought the rain of nails
Feathers from angel wings cut your flesh to blood
Reach out your hands to Christ
And see smile on his face as he hands his crown to you
With hands cut by thorns You crawl in dust and blood
Betrayed and confused You don't stop asking "Why?"

"Life itself is only a vision
A dream
Nothing exists in an empty space
And you are but a thought..."