shadows of guilt With the traitors and deceivers In the shadow of guilt Ashamed of whom you really are Live in the shadow of guilt Wicked saint or righteous
er become a slave to this Child's beck and call For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep.. The monastery stood towering above the ruined city It shadowed
s beck and call For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep.. The monastery stood towering above the ruined city It shadowed all the new emerging
the painted silver light I watched you gently move now, in the cold early dawn I long to have that vision in my head again conjure, as I may, my guilt
