Stockholm Blues Lyrics

Lugubrious with uncertain eyes
Apposite as if the sun had died
Traced in braille but not revived
Anxious and pale where his body now resides
Pull down your cloak
Because with days I grow weary
Delicate voices sing tales of sedition
Revel in his second coming
Anticrosses mark his body
Ritual act of faith
Samarra marks his fate
Delicate voices sing tales of sedition
Impenitent flame born dissident
Embrace the act of faith
Red X this is my monogram marking me for certain death
Bound hands introduce me slowly to your sanctimony
Black hands take hold my body and usher me through acrimony
There's no place to go
When you're locked inside the confines of your captors home
Stockholm familiars raising you from the dead
They won't stop
Infernal legions are erected in your monument
I have an inkling as to why you came into our home
And now that you've seen the burning
Reborn dead but not alone