Rot In Hell
Burn their world and snuff out their light
Light flames to the skin
Your pain was never their birthright
It was yours to bear
Reaper Of Dreams,
I ask of you
Tell me where your mind goes
When the abhorrence remains
Reaper of Dreams
I ask of you
Do you feel beautiful
As you tear off their wings
Chaos Illustrator
Marking their souls
With your putrid venom
Rotting their minds
Is your purpose lost?
Did the devil steal your soul?
Were you born with one at all?
Reaper Of Dreams
I asked of you
Tell me where did your mind go
When the abhorrence remained
Reaper of Dreams
I asked of you
Did you feel beautiful
When you tore off their wings
Reaper Of Dreams
The last breath that you ever take
Will be their first of relief
Yet you'll still haunt their minds when your soul rots in hell
