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