November is coming down - and its fog from the ground it's crawling up to my heart - infesting all my lungs and my putrid blackened soul - an inverted cross in the night.
a match is waiting now to ignite this black and brown fuel soaked cold ground - i spit upon your crosses and your god and your words to the wind.
Let the ashes meet the sky - let the fires come from - my cold dead hands.
The ash is falling down - silent like the pure snow - and delicate like the rain with the clouds - it's falling on my shoulders and then howls howls with the wind.
Let the ashes meet the sky - let the fires come from. I'm waiting for you to see you fall into hellfire i wanna see you suffer - till the break of dawn.
It's beautiful how the flames can steal my eyes - and lead them to a world of darkness and to the sky at the same time - in the abyss of my soul here is where i wanna live - floating on the darkest waves - into the infinity of a dream. And it's so beautiful to see you burning in your sins - with a third degree burn all over your face - there's no god here for you - only misery and pain.
I'm waiting for you to see you fall into hellfire i wanna see you suffer - till the break of dawn.