born in a mortuary, cold and alone Gray with empty eyes. followers bow around him, feed the fire c*nt slaves praising the empty skies wandering through annihilation gray cloak dooms all of life they hide behind a promise with no possibility of proof wandering follow desperation gospel song turns to screams f** a savior, save yourself as the water melts, to sand freezes into stone but the constant, bleeding constant, save yourself from this wandering son