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My conscious froze when I felt the cold embrace of the hand that crafted me

I set my soul ablaze, I crawled through the nether and left a suicide letter next to my own severed head

I think I should be dead but that’s the beauty of selling yourself to sin

But again, we are men craving winter’s end

Wishing to live within our origin again



The door to immortality is shut

I can’t take much more of the scent of mold

This sphere of madness burning in my gut

Has trapped me in this house again



Mother, I pray that your voice sings me to sleep

To save my sanity from the sound of this blood-soaked symphony

Father, I pray that your hand is warm again

My pain will never end until you both come back to me



I can feel the devil’s presence, he never left this house

Now I can live my third depth fantasy

Draw him straight to me and drain every last drop from his arteries



A sacrifice of blood wakes the eye

It looks to turn this iron into gold

I place my hand upon the ancient god

I surrender my life

I bring the gift of resurrection

The power returns from which it came

Now grant me what I have gifted

Mother, father come back to me



In blood and bone I carve an oath

To save this boy from this shattered home

Tonight we bathe in blood and drink

From the skull of the beast that left his heart so cold

In a perfect world we could take his whole family’s soul

And fuel our hearts with the hate I have

For the beast in us all