trapped in purgatory
a lifeless object, alive
awaiting reprisal
and death..
i said, she said..
death will be their acquisition
the sky is turning red
return to power draws near
fall onto me
onto her
fall onto me
the sky's crimson tears
abolish the rules
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, mmmm
your time slips away
raining blood
raining blood
from a lacerated sky
bleeding its horror
creating my structure
now I shall
reign in blood