Withheld - Aura Noir

Witheld forces of the apostle

Drove him to roam the caverns

Ceaselessly aiming to govern

The new and winding paths

Ferociously plunging the chasms

(with) rumbling (and) thrashing bewilderment

Thriving barrels of yearning pleas

Trampled to bone dry dust

Contorted smoldering beacon

Atop the crumbling stairs

Sideways rain and whirling disdain

He never got out again

He never got out again

WITHHELD!

STRONGHOLD!

The rest of his life in fear

As relatives turned and obstacles churned

The plague of new life is here