| Song | Behind The Chapel Walls |
| Artist | Epicurean |
| Album | A Consequence Of Design |
| The world alive, bathed in moonlight as I walked past my grave in the fog Observe her from lying beside the stone and the letters she left in my name Where I longed to speak the worst of my soul I watch the tears that run down her face drop to the ground with ever knowing that | |
| I crossed a wide ocean of change consumed by desperate despair all the way Yet, despite every hallow remain that I've gone through, the ghost is always you behind the chapel walls, where my soul's laid to rest | |
| There within a moment I understood I the watcher just a silent silhouette behind the gates By god, one day, help me forgive myself | |
| Yet, despite every hallow remain that I've gone through, the ghost is always you | |
| She the conspirator will guide my hands and cleanse my soul Though I have remained silent, the search is over and I let go I will find the voice to describe all the horror inside my mind, with determination I'm just a servant to the silence, the silence I despise | |
| Where in my heart beats a guiding voice? A sullen hand to suffer my choice; and now, to decipher, the moments gone I finally understand my fate, and what has to come to be worth the pain; and ride the seas of change whatever I become | |
| Like me, for the moment her face is gone Life's lust, my only friend No more the answer to force my own life to change | |
| I crossed a wide ocean of change consumed by desperate despair all the way Yet, despite every hallow remain that I've gone through, the ghost is always you | |
| Breathing, cause the movement when life is gone Still the silent silhouette, may my search be over and lend me to rest I felt the anguish in that movement discovering me, but consequently give me tired soul to be separate |
| The world alive, bathed in moonlight as I walked past my grave in the fog Observe her from lying beside the stone and the letters she left in my name Where I longed to speak the worst of my soul I watch the tears that run down her face drop to the ground with ever knowing that | |
| I crossed a wide ocean of change consumed by desperate despair all the way Yet, despite every hallow remain that I' ve gone through, the ghost is always you behind the chapel walls, where my soul' s laid to rest | |
| There within a moment I understood I the watcher just a silent silhouette behind the gates By god, one day, help me forgive myself | |
| Yet, despite every hallow remain that I' ve gone through, the ghost is always you | |
| She the conspirator will guide my hands and cleanse my soul Though I have remained silent, the search is over and I let go I will find the voice to describe all the horror inside my mind, with determination I' m just a servant to the silence, the silence I despise | |
| Where in my heart beats a guiding voice? A sullen hand to suffer my choice and now, to decipher, the moments gone I finally understand my fate, and what has to come to be worth the pain and ride the seas of change whatever I become | |
| Like me, for the moment her face is gone Life' s lust, my only friend No more the answer to force my own life to change | |
| I crossed a wide ocean of change consumed by desperate despair all the way Yet, despite every hallow remain that I' ve gone through, the ghost is always you | |
| Breathing, cause the movement when life is gone Still the silent silhouette, may my search be over and lend me to rest I felt the anguish in that movement discovering me, but consequently give me tired soul to be separate |