The price.

She'll soon know pain
But what is there to gain?
When you feel the real fear pulsing through her veins
Her tainted soul, her salvation her curse
The collision is coming, for that we are sure.

Future stolen, hate of the world, embraced by darkness
For God’s sake!  Hold on tight, make your knuckles turn white
Don't let go of what you think to be reality
For she's coming for you, you have no place to run.

You hurt her, now pay the price
She looked up to you, a shining god,
A martyr, a saint,
You took that trust and tainted it.

Look at her, is she worthy now?
Does she fit the image of follower
Or do you still want to fix those faults
Make her a blind figure to your plights.

Well it's too late,
She sinks in to kill
Her wings of black, black as coal
Smothers the beat of the heart that was once yours.