Like a whore you crawl in front of your order
Weep now, not like an angel
Your measures - not the same as I once told
Demonic thoughts of severance

Bleed - prepared or not - now or another day
The thorns of anguish will fall - down - by your hand

Don't call me a liar - call me what you are
The parallel sickness - don't slander
Sleepless remembrance, pierce you like a pile
Don't implore me to putrefy
Implore your thoughts to fade

Bleed - prepared or not - now or another day
The thorns of anguish will fall - down - by your hand

My path burns well
I am addicted to this cry
Now prepared to walk through the silver Sun
I am my Sun - I am the fire
Your heart glows through your flesh
Inherit the blood of my severed wounds

Bleed - prepared or not - now or another day
The thorns of anguish will fall - down - by your hand