The wings of once majestic has been torn.
The dove falls to dormant hell.
Snow-white feathers are stained by blood.
The dove falls to dormant hell.
The voice of freedom, shattered.
The dove falls to dormant hell.
Savoring its last breaths, it closes its eyes.
The dove falls to dormant hell.

What once soared high,
Now is slumped to the ground.
What once was joyful, and warm,
Now is freezing.
What once saw colors of all,
Now sees black.
What once was a hopeful soul,
Now is wishing peace with death.

I have a party with my demons.
They all dance with me:
Dance with my sadness;
Dance with my madness.
What was not welcomed before,
Now is the one that welcomes.
What once was *******,
Turned to ******* even more.

Dark and cold, dark and cold,
Save me from my endless pit, please.
I beg of you to tend my wounds.
Believe this fool and be a fool yourself!
He leads you to a trap!
He wants you to rot with him!
He doesn't seek help;
He's looking for victims!

What am I supposed to do?
My demons come to settle scores;
Draining me as they go;
Hold my hand, please,
This is the truth.
Believe in my lies!
Rot with me!
Leave the Haven for naught!

The corpse was given wings again.
The dove is still in hell.
It was painted its snow-white feathers.
The dove is still in hell.
It was breathed life in its beaks.
The dove is still in hell.
It flies the skies once again;
**The dove never escapes hell.