Whisk me away oh Devil
To a land of precious lies
Where sleeping beauties dream
In falsehoods synchronized

To where
Creatures clad in dark attire
Cater to our dark desires
These beasts who bleed
Our burden dry
Underneath a wicked sky

Cemetery sunrise gathering gloom
Pine away in tomorrow's tomb
Baby statues with broken wings
Frozen postures, silent screams

Burning at the stake of wrath
Hell is but a well worn path
Leading to a putrid end
   Broken wings of human sin...