Black Treasures Of Melancholy

I have watched over thousand deaths

Possessed the mourning families

I have felt their tears of grief

Flown on my face under(their)skin

I am the entity that feeds the sadness

Depression and melancholy

I am a demon who's wings are nets

Catching every tear that you cry

The salt in your wounds is like alcohol to me

Drunken I've been so many times

I still remember the age of Black Death

The years I was feasting so long

Now that I look at the pathetic world

I despise the humans since day one

Invisible the shadows that haunts infernally

I am there when you are hurt in pain