A tattered and torn cloak of blood
Befallen unto me...

Blood is pouring on the floor
Just as the urge to feed...

I miss him, I want him
I wish he were just mine...

Twenty horses, twenty men
Falling fast at half-past-ten...

I stared around this gorgeous room
And around it, all the doors...

This pain, this blood
This hate, this fear...

He call to The Lord, blessed hope in his name
He now desires and bleeds out his shame...

My blackened eyes
My broken soul...

Taking my thoughts
Breaking them while...

In darkness, my soul is graven
Engulfed by flames in the night...

I wish you loved me
The way I love you...

You can't see me
I'm never there...