We dwell among wicked and of the seven paths to hell.
Not among the righteous, nor the path that angels fell.
Hells Wings are shrouded,
And dark within this cast.
Crimson bone tipped, touching,
Wrapped tightly around my Heart.
For every breath that I have taken,
And every breath that I will take.
For every hurt that I awaken,
And every hurt that I will make.
I see you.
Betrayal fresh from your lips.
And still un-touched by hurts bloody kiss.
My Rage is a dwelling place,
And I have fallen, deepest down,
Into that hollow space.
Wherein those fires burn.
With the softest of whispers.
Making me be again.
And I embrace it.
For my wrath is the wrath of Hell.
And my rage, eternal springs,
From the place where Lucifer fell.
I can only smile.
For the fires that burn in me,
The fires that consume me,
Moment after moment,
Betrayal after betrayal,
Lie after lie,
Sin after sin.
The fires that you started,
Are not meant for me.
Those fires burn for You!
The flames long to embrace your flesh,
And share the suffering that you have inflected,
Soon, not long now,
And you shall know what I know.
Feel what I feel.
Before the fires ends it all.