A lifeless object, alive
Awaiting reprisal
Death will be their acquisition
He sky is turning red
Return to power draws near
Fall into me
The sky's crimson tears
Abolish the rules made of stone

Pierced from below, souls of my treacherous
Past
Betrayed by many
Now ornaments dripping above

Awaiting the hour of reprisal
Your time slips away

Raining blood
From a lacerated sky
Bleeding its horror
Creating my structure