The Suffering Angel

the winter frozen like the past
enduring youth is meant to last
we walk along the edge, of shadows to unwind
the agony of living always on our minds
this lust becomes disgust, the serpent brought the wine, there’s beauty in the
death of what was never mine, no longer can we fear, no longer can we love,
a desperate cry for help from some holy God above, look forward to an end,
an end that never comes, transforming into something we don’t want to become
the winter frozen like the past
enduring youth is meant to last
the cradle robbed of human life
stigmatized by treason’s knife
we want to bless the dead, for our eternal crimes
why can’t we sleep forever, we have done our time
the blood becomes the flood, it stains our crooked thoughts, a constant
draining feeling of a life long lost
the winter frozen like the past
enduring youth is meant to last
the cradle robbed of human life
stigmatized by treason’s knife
metal to metal, like ashes to ashes, yeah
sleeping, no sunlight, we live by the masters grave
burning, yes burning, nocturnal we hide away
never, have felt so alive in the night we prey