Tragedies that make your throat raw
Injustice that sets the body aflame
Pain that bares fangs and brittles hearts
Blind rage that consumes the soul in a deafening roar
Lust that desires only the satisfaction of flowing crimson
Ugly beasts that corrupt and destroy
sheltering inside our beautiful darkness
Our passion for vengeance
And the tragedy it breeds

And he had scorched my tongue so
forevermore the world was tasteless
And I did proceed to scream aloud and curse his name
At this wretched act he had preformed
Throughout the rise and set of the blazing sun
Though once peace had been restored to me
I thereafter rested my weary body and pondered
Was this truly utter damnation beheld onto me?
For to be numb to all sweetness created under our lord
Might I not also be unknown to all of his bitterness?