Make me to lie down in the bed of death.
Dream of vast canvases of nothingness.
Reality is the true nightmare.
Crimson tipped thorns poisoned with sorrow.
Raining petals of black.
Embrace the fiery tomb.
Yield to the lunar tragedies.
Transcend to the kingdom of heaven.
Cast down in hatred.
Bow down to the Children of Darkness.
The day of the dark dynasty is at hand.
Bathe in the blood of the unknown.
Spin the web of fear in the hearts of unbelievers.
Tarnish the dreams of a new generation.
Swallow your sanity.
Find comfort in Death’s open arms.
Follow the worn path of despair.
Yield to Death’s icy fingertips.
A spiders’ pride can be a humans end.
See the world through vampires’ eyes.
You belong to the night.
Dance by the fires of the unrighteous.
Feel the sweet pain of delieverance.
Remember reality.
Ringlets of light trapped in space.
Hold forever in your arms.
The world slips through our fingers.
The tide of destruction is in.