The Altar Of Trust (Anthropia)

Walking back home, hand in hand Our blood boiled by desire Tonight will be our sweet end The best moment all time Our smiles reflected in our eyes Not counting the strange shadow close behind Like a deafening bang I feel the blow Destroying my head hurling it off on the floor Like Abraham himself, who must kill his son I see my better half, her face on the ground Sad sick world, forging thieves and killers Ready to sell theirs souls at loss To get the slightest little coin All my life is passing before my eyes The good moments the gloomy cries They made me alive Like Isaac tied in chains on the altar of trust She lies in a red frame and I wait for the voice I don't hear it, am I abandoned? On the vertex of undeserved truth She's dying away, without even saying a word Her locks socked in blood, like an unbaptism What is this God letting die the faithful lamb? Like a deafening bang I felt the blow Destroying my head hurling it off on the floor Now as I elevate I see my corpse Oh in this red frame in the arms of my love Like Azrael himself, the own wrath of God I swear to make them pay, to avenge this bias Its so unfair, I have just found you! On the altar of my sole true love She left me alone without even saying a word Anger melts with cries, despair fills my blood As I kiss this mouth, which would never move once more My glance is glassy but I see us From above you may feel my tears Fall upon your mouth, a kiss, the last from me to you Now I must pass on, he's calling me up Don't blame him for this loss, don't ever lose your trust