Underworld

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?