Tell me a bedtime story And don't forget the monsters..."
Prophets of doom filling the coffers of dragons Martyrdom blood drowns angels in the streets of Heaven Never will the vultures ever hunger for the tortured Flesh stripped away from bones of gods of phantoms
Witness the malice through the looking glass And sweep away the ashes of the past I have yet to taste fervor temptation Except in the throes of perdition
Profits of doom seem so hellbent to haunt these bones A wisp of spectres trapped 'tween...
Can you feel the darkness rising At the crux right before the night When ravens weep on her tombstone Betwixt the moon and dying light?
A dying rose sleeps on her grave I left it as a sacrifice For my one only queen of ice GODDAMNED GOD OF LOVE My hellbound heart left in the rain Beating so strong but still so frail I cannot die trapped in this Hell GODDAMNED GOD OF LOVE
I've fallen in hate with the god of love the god of love hates us all I've fallen in hate with the god of love eros despises us all ...
On the cusp of the winter moon waning upon the abysmal fathoms Innocent blood sprayed like graffiti to sustain all spectres and phantoms I have filled the cairns of so many with the ashes of eternity And left true love scattered to the thirteen corners of the black gallery
Casting shadows from her haunted domain Beneath charnel remains Of Carpathian funerals in flames
Masses gather before the Raven Queen In nightmares and dreams A diorama of corpses and screams Ragged with the vilest Of sentiments possessed The tell-tale...