Seraphim Is Dead Paroles

An angel burns metres high
An angel in a shape of a man
An angel flawless in appearance
Choked in the fires of a new sun

He touched my mouth with fervent coal
No guilt, no sin
He touched my mouth with fervent coal

You're calling me
To the ground
Crucify the ego
Let the senses randomize

The sheep must be long dead now
They are alone
We are eternal
No one else will ever be

If he's really here
You should have seen him
Behind these walls
You can see through
You can raise a temple in seconds