[There are no words]
When the fires of Hell have burned to the core, And evil deads are done no more, Then the Earth shall heave with a mighty roar, As angles of death to
I burn, I fly, I drown in a blood red sky, Never mourned, Never Known, So alone, so alone am I...
When darkness falls the dead shall rise To resurrect thy reason, Then they shall pray for one more day To flower out-of-season. O rasie me from my watry
lost inside a maze, And I ask, "Is this where I'll end my days?" Just then the heavens open. . . . Straight rains upon my way, A thousand secrets glow
Take thy pick and dig thy grave, All sense dies in the life of a slave. Nonsense thrives, they cannot save themselves From the death wish. At the point
Take these hooks from my flesh, Cast across the ring of fate By the fire in thine eyes. This Temple is reduced to ash. This Corss this thing of hate
I am the silence that enshrouds thee in moments of deep contemplation of loss, And in sadness it is I who enfolds thee in a mantle of darkness, It is
Wounded by pleasure in flower of youth, Measure for measure, tortue for truth. Passion is my highest good. Flesh and blood am I, my lord. Lost to plan
