A world where a song is a scream,
Where black is red...
Look out the window....a Red butterfly.
It mournfully flutters by...
The crimson rose bud is tightly closed.
Of its past other flowers don't really know...
My mind I've kept caged in this house of glass
Trying to keep it under constant watch and check...
A titan. A god. A being above all.
He held the weak upon his back...
The larger plan eludes them all
I've set them all in place...
Astrael the Sorrowful
The mournful call of final breath...
So many of you have begged for me
to reveal myself in entirety...
Hating the people.
Hating their face...
Lambs of the slaughter.
Not TO the slaughter...
Angel's round me, beg me stay
Yet I know not if I will...
Few understand my madness.
Fewer understand me...