Spring Will Never Come

I am but a cult of one

Leader and follower, in me the same

The endless failures of christ

Have shown me nature's eternal path

It lay before - untrampled, untouched

And leads me to a forest dark and green

No god exists here, no heavenly father

To welcome me into his arms

Placed there on the rocks, it beckons me

As I enter a clearing in the wood

A chalice of bronze, filled with blood

I grip it tight, and listen deep

To the trees around me, the stars overhead

Sealing my fate, I take the blood within

And see visions of the world’s bleak demise

The spell's been cast, I now ascend

Alone on this mountain I'll stay

For spring will never come in my heart

No hope can comfort my mind

Overtake me as I depart for the void