My skin drips
The black midnight sky
Opened this wound
Just to crawl inside
Forgive me father
I know you're not there
Turned your back on me once
And I cut your throat for that.
Born of night
Swallowed by the twilight
I am your shadow
Your dark half walking...
A mirror image of all you hated in yourself
I am
The guilt
Of your fathers
I have fallen
I
Have fallen
I have fallen
Like drops of martyr's blood
I have fallen
Like drops of martyr's blood