In the cathedral of the damned, where echoes howl like ghosts,

I wander through the shadows, where the light is but a host.

Passion burns like wildfire, in the chambers of my heart,

A tempest of emotion, tearing my soul apart.

Rest in peace, the dead we mourn,

In the ashes of the fallen, hope is reborn.

Through the crucifix of pain, we rise from the abyss,

In this sacred war of darkness, we’ll fight for one last kiss.

The stained glass shatters, as the angels weep in dread,

With every shattered prayer, a new vision’s born from red.

The altar drips with sorrow, like a river of despair,

Yet my heart, a raging lion, roars its anthem to the air.

Rest in peace, the dead we mourn,

In the ashes of the fallen, hope is reborn.

Through the crucifix of pain, we rise from the abyss,

In this sacred war of darkness, we’ll fight for one last kiss.

Beneath the weight of sorrow, I kneel upon the stone,

The relics of my failures, whisper secrets in the bone.

But in the flicker of the candles, I see the strength ignite,

Each flame a beacon guiding the lost into the night.

Shattered dreams like thunder, crash upon the shore,

Yet in the storm of anguish, I find the will to soar.

With every scream and silence, I carve my destiny,

Through the blackened corridors, I claim my legacy.

Rest in peace, the dead we mourn,

In the ashes of the fallen, hope is reborn.

Through the crucifix of pain, we rise from the abyss,

In this sacred war of darkness, we’ll fight for one last kiss.

So let the bells be tolling, for the souls that fade away,

In this church of shadows, we will dance among the fray.

For passion fuels the fire, and hope will never die,

In the darkness, we'll find solace, as we reach for the sky.

Rest in peace, our echoes linger,

In the depths of night, we become the singer.

With every breath of fury, we’ll reclaim our fate,

In the shadows of the sacred, love will never wait.