Words for the Seven: Chris & Vin by Mog

Chris & Vin

From the ashes of his fires past he finds himself before you
His soul seeks peace from shadows in his dreams.
Enduring like a penance a state of solitude
He keeps at bay the mem'ries and the screams.
But you're familiar with his demons; for some of them are yours
And you know the things that lie behind his eyes.
Don't ask for explanation, you've offered none yourself
Just lay a hand upon his shoulder till the shivering subsides
And trust, this once, to providence.To the method of the mad
Walk beside this one that shares your self-exile.
Court his suicide selection; let him bleed for you
And together you'll withstand the Devil's trial.
You've sought solace with your demons and they've sought to steal your soul
Hovered 'round you with their talons in your skin.
But on the dry wind came a figure that sent them from their perch
And if you let him, he will steel you from your sin.
>From the ashes, like a Phoenix, rising up to face the sun.
No pride lost if you would let yourself be saved.
Now flanked by the recusant, providence will lead the way
And provide you the protection of the scathed.