A trip south
You of the sky, don’t leave me here
If you want to beat me, fire away
Under darkest moon, I work my sins
So tell me Satan, am I yours?
Cold frigid nights, searing days
Your tounge speak lies, they ring so true
A sudden hunger, I crave for more
I’m resting safe, in your domain
Flesh burns away, from my bones
Wide open eyes, they melt away
All the regrets, they eat me.
The devil welcomes me, to his home
