Rotting the night is for the time
When mind becomes entwined with the moon
The creatures of light transforms my rhyme
And a sickness comes too soon...
Remember the day, when I will break away
From the mire of soaring thoughts
I'll crush my weak shell and fly astray
Far beyond the ephemeral noughts
This is my last chance
To shake off the dust and take a glance
The hour what is eternally mine
Will put me in right stance...
Soar with steel
Instead of wings
The death with me
Foolishly missed the very chance
Distorted mask is now my face
Arise my pain, embrace my sins
And you will be my only kins
Listen to voices from the depths of my death!
Feel the despair in the core of my chest!
Fall before my wings and die like the rest!
Let me have my rise in the bloody mess!
Listen to voices of my death!
Feel the despair in my chest!
Fall and die like the rest!
Let me have my bloody mess!