Her cunning flame,
just a cruel fiction.
She's just raking the bones,
she's drowning.
Faithless and shameless she prays,
for the creature she longs for,
he'll leave that whore in want,
he's loveless.

The sky wont fall.
The blood is shed now.
Hang your idols on the stained glass.
Mount your skulls on what's been left...

She gasps for breathe in his grave.
She watched the creature decay.
Ageless and faithless she prays.
Her cunning flame,
just a cruel fiction.
The rotting things she has seen.
Still searching for oblivion.
She's god-like.

The sun wont fall.
These bones wont burn now.
Hang your idols on the stained glass.
Mount your skulls on what's been left...

She took our eyes from our head.
She put her hands through our rib cage.
She ripped our hearts from our chest.
There was nothing left...
I saw the snakes in her hair,
I watched the skin start to tear,
she's still raking the bones,
until there's nothing left...

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