Holding the tears of the blood red moon
Drowning in the illusion of your future soon
By the melody of your drunken past
You'll see her twisted image last
Bless her now, for her sins
Sitting on the throne of the cynic
In the shadow of your shame
Waiting for the next eclipse
The next portion of blooded rain
Her reflection in the mirror lies broken
The pieces scattered in your eyes talking
Shell feels the pain in your endless hope
Shell found her story is a curse untold
Bless her now, for her sins
You feel the dark breeze
Taste the pain it brings
Touch her hollow stare
Swallow that smile that gives away her secret
That she is immortal
You feel the dark breeze
Taste the pain it brings
Touch her hollow stare
Swallow that smile that gives away her secret