Cellos For The Insatiable

Once again, Jekyllish I follow the trail of fireflies and diamond eyes
And moving like a fog, I starve to raise
Sleepwalking hunter in the night.

Step into an ongoing nightmare
Go - ride into blistering trails below tear heart and soul
Stop - for jekyllsih I'll haunt you, though
A sleepwalking hunter in despair take care of you.

I brave for sin
Sheeding my skin.

Curtains fall over my shroud, around my wrists the orchestra plays
Frozn, this bosom aches, piercing lullabies, piercing preys
Only cellos, black robes and gowns, dimly dance for air in grief
And looming portraits of a mother gazing at my inner pleas.

Fear me for Jekyllish I'll haunt your trail of fireflies and diamond eyes
Moving like a fog, I starve too raise. Sleepwalking fiend, Caligarish sorrow
I invoke the Queen of spades... and slowly breathe the verse of fate
I reap the mists of grace to bid farewell to faith.

Clenched cries, her drowning sweet hands bygone, waving and fleeting
Dull slave to my mournful twists she bled, like a rainbow leaking
Wax victims in a ritual, echoes to quench my frailty at dawn
The Fifth Horseman I become, riding those whispers spawned.

Fear me for Jekyllish I'll haunt your trail of fireflies and diamond eyes
Moving like a fog, I starve too raise. Sleepwalking fiend, Caligarish sorrow
Soon forgotten faces shine on shattered mirrors, remnants of rape
Supremely, skin cellos play the ghost of melodies and darkest shade.

Fear me for Jekyllish I'll haunt your trail of fireflies and diamond eyes
Moving like a fog, I starve too raise. Sleepwalking fiend, Caligarish sorrow.

A warm tune for claws and chaos I breed the rust of wind
While, holding back loss, shame and tears.

I brave for sin
Shedding my skin.