Treacherous words rise from the mist From envious eyes and poisonous cold, pale lips Gluttons of pleasure - Gluttons of pain Vengeance by sevens - My sweet cursed children of Cain Thrashing and clashing with specters Hiding from the light - demons of d**h Chaos and anguish perfector Stealing their last dying breath Driven by greed, slave to addiction A ma**ive decay of a most foul contradiction Spirits of lust piercing the air Writhing with sins of the flesh etched deep in their stare Descend the abyss ever faster Hidden from light - demons of d**h
Cursing the black-winged master With their last dying breath Soar through the flame I call your name Wrath and might get me through this night Can I make it right? Or will you remain? I´ve finally realized, that long after laughter dies I can't undo the things I've done - oh, the things I´ve done... When will my dark skies disappear - I long to see the sun Soar through the flame I call your name Wrath and might - get me through this night Can I make it right? Or will you remain... in hell ?