Bring me my wine And the head of the world I will drink to h er demise The subtle art of decapitation The perfect irony of such an end Bring me the
Just like secrets, twisted allibies, for empty graves, Unlike manors, cut and burned, a thousand times Not like ours, coiled in coffins, weeping echoes
Sacrilege Profanity Rabid convulsion Of blasphemy Thus appear my venomous cries To your ears Were they truths or were they lies Rejection Eternal Tyranny
As the sun returns From the shades of night So am I reborn from my own corruption I invoke the consuming fire And from the ashes mould The renaissance