Immaculate

Out here there are no stars

No heroes to be sung

This infinity has no smell

This heaven has no hell

That's what we are- immaculate

God is reaching out for you- immaculate

Riding fast without the speed

Sleeping deep beneath the sky

Caring proudly for the shield

You can't touch my being dressed in white

Were only waiting for tomorrow

Without the sins and all the sorrow

Flawless until you crave the truth

Guarding pride with skills of lying

With the souls of anger made

If you point the blade will fall