They shut their eyes now that night has fallen. And pray the wolves are kept at bay. For now the mist hangs, arms wide open. Like some cruel depiction of Christ.
Her touch intoxicating. She holds my heart within her hands. Unmerciful. She has become my everything. . Kissed with broken glass. The softest touch will penetrate.
I see a red door and I want it painted black. No colors anymore I want them to turn black. I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes. I have to turn my head until the darkness goes.
From grace she fell beneath the ashes. That forced her to her knees. Cut her open wide. . To bleed her body dry of feeling. The wounds will form no scars.
The Agony Scene. Procession. . The stench of the hopeless and wounded.. The cries that escape from the of depths of regret.. Your bleeding mass in procession..
We die one thousand deaths. They held us close to taste the flames. A sacrifice. To pacify the god they've made. The stench of stagnant blood. Collects in pools of misery they drained from us and stained themselves in blasphemy.
Abandoned broken and bleeding. A feast for their eyes a spectacle. A murder of the forsaken. A scapegoat for their suffering. Burn me alive x2. I feel the hatred behind their eyes.
I am the ever-forsaken. Bastard child of your disease. Your dead and abandoned. Strung up for all of you to see.. Naked and screaming. So beautiful, profane. The essence of bleeding, the scars that bear my name. I am the hatred incarnate. I am the chocked and dying screams. I am the sickness inside you longing for... This is the hate that surrounds you. Pray for the endless touch of death. Now burning inside you. I am the scars of your disease..
She wasn't born in that brothel I'm told. Well aware of where she was. Well aware of where she'd end up in what position. Dressed in red down on her knees.
A sickening display, a scar for every line. The beauty and the pain of total agony. These lacerations, the stench of slow decay. It desecrates, making beautiful profane.
Back in the days we first sighted. Their shields gleaming bright in the sky. The light that was brighter than fire. Forced cowards to run out of spite.
You and I are not alone. The earth and sea are not your home. Soon our eyes will see the truth. Elimination offering the proof. . Underneath us as above us.
Seven bowls cast on the land. Sinners walk proud show their private lives. Depict deception the wrath is on. Kiss of a queen bite of a snake. Deadly poison venomous fate.
Mid-day heat is low. Sun torches victims skin. Priests rise to command. Blood spills the altar stairs. . Sacrifice to their gods. Sun sets the slaves all die.
I hear a voice. It calls my name. It once was simple. Now the complications reign. . I recognize. And I won't change. This coldness that you serve. Will only cause you pain.
In the mist of a windswept plain. We carried the gifts that our priests had restrained. Chanting awaiting the gods of the sun. We're children of sorrow captors of none.
Hold close the human in you. Cherish your freedom, let nothing deny you. Your enemy hides from the truth. Clings to the darkness covers in the shadow.
The night sheds it's cold mist on luminous streets. The revenge that you seek will all come back to you. Do you know what you've done?. No justice was won, exalted will be who were trampled upon.