A Thin Line Between Profound And Profane - With Faith Or Flames

Time will pass before us and before the sun is gone 
we shall sing in victory as if it were our only song 
for the wicked here are brewing and a dark day we shall name 
as we surround ourselves in pleasure we subject ourselves to pain 

the life of a sinner is a song you've yet to sing 
but the tune is surely ringing in your ear 
inside you admire what the truth has come to be 
a false security to numb your deepest fear 

your hopeless bliss, your dreamless nightmare 
their endless bliss, their perfect nightmare 

a warrior I must become 
if I'm to see the morning sun 
some heartbeats fade, still mine beats on 
and still I strive to be reborn 
a warrior I must become 
if I'm to see the morning sun 
some heartbeats fade, still mine beats on 
and I must be reborn 

with the sword of belief at hand 
I still endure this wicked sorrow 
tempted by my quest for power 
and by my own selfish remains 

time will pass before us and before the sun is gone 
we shall sing in victory as if it were our only song 

now the time is gone and I pray to be forgiven 
I fear the day will come when my prayers will be too late