Youth is a fleeting wind
Indulge it with wicked sin
Embrace all the sacrilege
You're ready to give it up
And you're ready to convalesce
And now you're ready to confess
Sparked by divining fist
You traveled by moonlights kiss
To escape all the haunting bliss
And now you're ready to give it up
And you're ready to convalesce
And you're ready to confess
'Cause the nights of St. Jerome
Well the horror and the silence terrifies your soul
And the nights of St. Jerome
Well, they bury your faith in the catacombs
Writing of stories told
All these histories, they're bound with gold
Well, you seek to translate all our souls
But are you ready to give it up
And are you ready to convalesce
Now you're ready to confess
'Cause the nights of St. Jerome
Well the horror and the silence terrifies your soul
And the nights of St. Jerome
Well, they bury your faith in the catacombs
Ready to give it up, ready to convalesce, ready to confess
Ready to give it up, ready to convalesce, ready to confess
Ready to give it up, ready to confess
'Cause the nights of St. Jerome
Well the horror and the silence terrifies your soul
And the nights of St. Jerome
Well, they bury your faith in the catacombs
Madness Blooms - St. Jerome Lyrics
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Youth is a fleeting wind
Indulge it with wicked sin
Embrace all the sacrilege
You're ready to give it up
And you're ready to convalesce
And now you're ready to confess
Sparked by divining fist
You traveled by moonlights kiss
To escape all the haunting bliss
And now you're ready to give it up
And you're ready to convalesce
And you're ready to confess
'Cause the nights of St. Jerome
Well the horror and the silence terrifies your soul
And the nights of St. Jerome
Well, they bury your faith in the catacombs
Writing of stories told
All these histories, they're bound with gold
Well, you seek to translate all our souls
But are you ready to give it up
And are you ready to convalesce
Now you're ready to confess
'Cause the nights of St. Jerome
Well the horror and the silence terrifies your soul
And the nights of St. Jerome
Well, they bury your faith in the catacombs
Ready to give it up, ready to convalesce, ready to confess
Ready to give it up, ready to convalesce, ready to confess
Ready to give it up, ready to confess
'Cause the nights of St. Jerome
Well the horror and the silence terrifies your soul
And the nights of St. Jerome
Well, they bury your faith in the catacombs
Indulge it with wicked sin
Embrace all the sacrilege
You're ready to give it up
And you're ready to convalesce
And now you're ready to confess
Sparked by divining fist
You traveled by moonlights kiss
To escape all the haunting bliss
And now you're ready to give it up
And you're ready to convalesce
And you're ready to confess
'Cause the nights of St. Jerome
Well the horror and the silence terrifies your soul
And the nights of St. Jerome
Well, they bury your faith in the catacombs
Writing of stories told
All these histories, they're bound with gold
Well, you seek to translate all our souls
But are you ready to give it up
And are you ready to convalesce
Now you're ready to confess
'Cause the nights of St. Jerome
Well the horror and the silence terrifies your soul
And the nights of St. Jerome
Well, they bury your faith in the catacombs
Ready to give it up, ready to convalesce, ready to confess
Ready to give it up, ready to convalesce, ready to confess
Ready to give it up, ready to confess
'Cause the nights of St. Jerome
Well the horror and the silence terrifies your soul
And the nights of St. Jerome
Well, they bury your faith in the catacombs
Writer: Bradford King
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