Just a Dark Thought

Come, Demon of pain, i wellcome thee.
Let us join in grief and honour the sorrow.
Allow the scare-crows of time to re-open our eyes,
And catch the infinite sparks of despair we´ve forgotten.

Let us rejoice in the pits of our hollow minds,
And face the truth of it´s emptiness.
Flush the scratching cold down our backs,
And slap the screaming winds on our face.

Oh come, hold me tight with thou ritousness,
I surrender freely to embrace thy torture.
Take my pride and provoke my lost soul.
Poison my breath onto the devils scrole.