A diseased saint. With a mind set to unease
Wishes again to break through the porled gate
His scattered wings reminds of beauty set to fade
But still in his eyes burns with redeeming hate
Reap
I've come to reap these fields
To scorn the flesh of the holy
Heavens gates set to flames
And crumble those in faith
Down with the most high. Oh, vanity of dear vanities
A fallen one to becoming the hunger of depraved
A monger of truth to all revealing the path of fire
I've nourished through time in the veil of desire
Oh the great opposer! Transcending skin into scales
Oh the great opposer! Splitting tongue like thy faith
Reap
I've come to reap this fields
To scorn the flesh of the holy
Heavens gates set to flames
And crumble those in faith
Down with the most high
Down with the most high