Red of heart one will burn, I walk alone, lay your head to rest. Mouth of hell i take my throne, set me at peace to an early grave. Infected mind, the winter swell creeping deep in the midnight hour. My mouth is shut, i close these eyes, I hold my glass up into the sky. You burn alone, the deepest cry comes from below it lights the sky, your voice is like a beggars gong i hear it chanting til the dawn. I bet you hell for your wings, dressed in black your kisses sting. When you fall i will carry you, black and bruised we will start a new. The trail of stone, the sacred land, broken spirit grasp my hand. Fade out of you as I take your tears, I seek the edge where i disappear. but "I am I born of stone"