A fanatic devil in my bed
an acolyte to the color red

I cast my eyes upon the dirt you dragged in
I set my hands upon your horns

The tragedy shed in light is that you lived without sin
A face touched by god and a spirit that rivals hell
I take your crown off the bed post and wear your thorns

I promise to show you the mercy this world has denied you.
I promise the love that this world has showed so few