Fish out the weak and bleed out the dead
suffer for a creed this doesn't make sense...

All the time
you were right...

Recite the sirens of a cold white night
as the fear of solitude consumes me...

When your moon is thick with that evil sin
subtle words play across your grotesque grin...

Come inside this head of mine
a casket full of useless times...

This schedule seems alot less
now that your not around...

This is me i am here
while i sit on my throne my career...

So i guess as long as you know
that the time we spend together...

A winters night
captured in atmospheres grasp...

For years this crime goes unjustified
while you lie in your coffin...

I could recall that day so clearly
like old wounds re-inflicted once more...

Her glory was lost
to a strange offering...