Buried yourself with these lies. I paint the world in solitude through barricades of orphans grand white horses sinking to the riverbed
Dwellers of the deep, telling me your stories through glowing eyes and black scales from the light-starved kingdom of subterra
(finish it now, or forever be numbed) Do not live another day for them, your strength is false, they cannot hear you
The wolves run up the stairs, to find you through a red haze they see, they see bloodthirsty
Take your refuge, or take flight For it means ill...
As your silhouette disappears between the stones I paint the world in solitude How the moon warps my fatalistic vision Amidst the sea of dreaming souls!
Gravel and spade, Tonight I dig your corpse how lovely the stain glass gleams through the arches These golden statues approve Your holy mother on the throne