From the album Laughing with the Sinners

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Lyrics

Stone, steel, flesh and a colorless dress
It seems your stage is set up for justice
How will you then resting, carry and bear its infinite weight?
Which hand do you favor?

Truth prevail, sword stone and scale
Don't fail me M'lady when my soul's up for sale.
Existence silently shining as a driving force coffin nail.

Stone, steel , flesh and a colorless dress
It seems your stage is set up for back-stabs and throats to be slit.
Do your lengths of chain and scales equal the weight of your blade M'lady, Is it all the same?

Preliminary judgments can pass on through inside a cruel world
and some could look just like you.
Does it's existence apply?
Or ride along side colliding with a god's divine sunlight?

Stone steel flesh and a colorless dress
It seems your stage is set up above the sky's twilight
Have you divine sight? Have you divine riot?
An iron cross lies to your right.

Parallel to your perfection
Parallel to your perfection