effort, firm as stone O, His Hand did dethrone god Once a morning is to dawn With a terrible, whispered sigh Loud as a thousand storms An epitaph for the Proud
Heaven calls for the sinner Hell awaits for the saint Someone save the innocent Turn the odds around Purgatory ablaze Granted no salvation Home
ago excistence Came to an abrupt pause Destruction from the heavens Without a sound Fell out of time From creator's wake Man to eternity For our sin For
A morning in the garden of stone Abundant with shades of grey Through hardship and misery she must pace Endure, she has the world to face By every
