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 death

Chaos and anguish perfector

Stealing their last dying breath



Driven by greed, slave to addiction

A massive 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 death

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 ?