A lifeless object, alive Awaiting reprisal Death will be their acquisition He sky is turning red Return to power draws near Fall into me The sky's crimson tears 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 Your time slips away
Raining blood From a lacerated sky Bleeding its horror Creating my structure
