Once again the black returns.

Once again the red pours down.



Throw your crown into the sky,

it will make no difference.

The crack is already there.



Return to the shadow of darkness

and touch the tree of the immortals.

Drink the waters of the sky

and drown the ashes of my soul.

For when it crossed my path,

it took the light that wasn't mine to carry.



And in the night I find an ally,

but in day I can't escape.

My faith was taken from my soul,

and with it every breath I drew.



But in the end

I seek forgiveness.

For the sin I wont commit.

And for the pain I know I'll cause

I wash my hands in boiling oil.

I paint the darkness of my soul.

I drown the blood in shapes of metall.



Let in the agony that's me.

The master of despair.

The smell of decay.