The sacred shrine stolen,
I found the rose in the gloom surrounded by boiled blood
Coldest memories beholding my mind
This path of being cursed marked the mist of her face
The power of nature scribed a replica of my own opposite
Seeing all my wounds on it
I searched for new lies to appease her when,
Crimson clouds of despair gathered all emotions
A whisper that takes form
Vision is now blurred
Razor wind lashed my face
I became the greatest coward in these woods of my bleeding
She made everything to keep my fears at safe
Where all demons are amused by evoking her lies
I became the one marked with endless pain
The desire to escape and hide was unavoidable
By creating in the deepest depths of the abyss
A shelter made of my own flesh
I've now reached the glory of my thoughts
Living behind the cursed pattern sickening my mind
I left this doomed world tainting my reason
Finally, gaining time to restore my self
It is my precious gift that shall never be lost...
I am now the master of mt spirit, controlling them
For sense them, demons surrounding me
In this shelter, i could curse any evil form
No...i realised that this shell where her soul
I saw the first leaf falling
A golden stream engulfed this world
Enlightened by the poor light of a dying sun
I was floating in her soul's blood
Restoring my self from the emptiness
I was the one who thought no more
I was the one who felt no more
I was the one who no longer desired anything
I was the one who discovered the real state of rot...
The image of the frozen time dispelled
The season is killed by winter
A forgotten realm collapsed by ice
My face engulfed by a blizzard of her guts
The beginning of all remorse was exposed
A construction of the evolving mayhem
Creations made of flesh, pleasures made of flesh
Flesh everywhere, look at yourself
They were smiling, exalting themselves
I was forced to see these creatures feeding
Eating my rose, i was him...