Out here there are no stars 
No heroes to be sung 
This infinity has no smell 
This heaven has no hell 
THAT'S WHA
T WE ARE- 
IMMACULATE 
GOD IS REA
CHING OUT 
FOR YOU- I
MMACULATE 
Riding fast without the speed 
Sleeping deep beneath the sky 
Caring proudly for the shield 
You cant touch my being dressed in white 
Were only waiting for tomorrow 
Without the sins and all the sorrow 
Flawless until you crave the truth 
Guarding pride with skills of lying 
With the souls of anger made 
If you point the blade will fall