I sing along the bitter tears, ash in my lungs
Why did they die, but left me alone
to suffer for their mistakes
For their subconscious selfdestruction
I praise and curse the sins of my kind, 'till
fallen sun with red aura dry my stare
so I shut my eyes, and hope
someday morning forgets to come
Vade Retro Lucifer!
The Bringer of Light should have
better things to do.