The Dead have risen,
And They know what to do...

Blood falls from weeping sky,
But all along, the gods were to die...

Shoot an Arrow, shoot it high,
Off it goes, into reddened sky...

The demons gather round the pit of fire,
Waiting for the angels to retire...

It still hurts, even now,
Why did he have to leave...

I sit down with good in me
But leave with a disease...

Death gets us all in the end
No matter how much we twist and bend...

Watch as he walks
His eyes a red haze...

I've tried to stop, tried to pull away
Every moment, every day...

I still hang onto our love
Like a lifeline to this world...

Alone in the world he was
With no one to hold onto...

Love is a lie
I write this now, wanting to die...