Father in Heaven, a desolate kingdom 

His paradise, his promise, a faded flame extinguished by the dark 

Lifetimes of devotion...eternities of nothing 

The place for which you long, eludes and embitters 



In the hands of fools and liars...trade your lives for grace 

Your souls are weak and empty, now kiss his throne of sorrow 

From crooked tongues...takes of pristine glory 



Consumed by flames it burns, the fall of the holy kingdom 



So high... 

Absurd... 

Sickening...is the stench of high heaven 



Through the clouds 

Through the lies 

You'll never see what's never been 

At the passing of life and the coming of death 

Pass not through it's gates, but into the dark 



No light... 

No love... 

No glory... 

No heaven... 



Fallen has the king...fallen has the kingdom 

Fall into uplifted arms below 

The stench of heaven...lingers above 

Sour is the air 

But soon the air will clear