Black Thorne

Anger, lust, envy, bitterness, and greed
All the repugnant sins that make us bleed
Tear out your heart, so wistful and forlorn
Relinquish it to the prick of the black thorne

The thorne of malace, the safegaurd of death
Will stab at your side, pain in every passing breath
The thorne of ages, so unpropitiously nefarious
The thorne fills your life with danger precarious

Anger, lust, envy, bitterness, and greed
All the repugnant sins that make us bleed
Tear out your heart, so wistful and forlorn
Relinquish it to the prick of the black thorne

Terrible tales of terror to compose
Fruitless deeds of darkness to expose
Bloodied, crimson sins unmasked in repose
The putrid nature of man, so I suppose

Anger, lust, envy, bitterness, and greed
All the repugnant sins that make us bleed
Tear out your heart, so wistful and forlorn
Relinquish it to the prick of the black thorne

Surrender all of your hope, the will to live
Never reflect on your existance, never forgive
Your woe-filled mercy is waisted on them
The thorne will decide to whom to condem

Anger, lust, envy, bitterness, and greed
All the repugnant sins that make us bleed
Tear out your heart, so wistful and forlorn
Relinquish it to the prick of the black thorne