A lifeless object, alive
Awaiting reprisal
Death will be their acquisition
He sky is turning red
Return to power draws near
Fall into me,
The skys crimson tears
Abolish the rules made of stone
Pierced from below, souls of my treacherous
Past
Betrayed by many,
Now ornaments dripping above
Awaiting the hour of reprisal
Your time slips away
Raining blood
From a lacerated sky
Bleeding its horror
Creating my structure
Now I shall reign in blood!
