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I'm so sick of all of this

I'm sick of dealing with life

Sick of the charming tortures

And the never ending nights



Sick of the truths I'm denied

Lies beguiled in empty smiles

Faces blank as thoughts inside

Never knowing glory's child



Destiny awaits just once

And my legacy will breath

Into the darkness it came

Like a virus it shant leave



Give me strength and give me wings

Give me the faith to change fate

I will set this world on edge

With my pain cast by their hate



Fires burning ever higher

My desires will rise like spires

With passions I shall not tire

'Till this world I see on fire



Boundless rage infests my heart

Justified by the truths told

From ashes I will bear this

The morbid truth I behold



I am unbroken and still

The blood flows like yesterday

Like the darkness inside me

It simply can't be escaped



Give me joy and give me love

Give me sweet death from above

To forge in death what life's lost

With the pain endured enough



Look deep into my black eyes

And see there is no light there

Lost in fear and endless rage

Driven beyond where I dare



But the life hidden inside

Becomes a force unbridled

So the heavens open wide

For this night I've entitled



No remorse and no pity

No regrets held for this life

I will cry no tears this day

For the world will die in strife



Give me hate and give me rage

Give me darkness to purge pure

So that dreams may shatter hard

Into madness without cure



The dust from unending nights

With blood upon broken walls

These are dreams lost to darkness

Forsaken as madness calls



With scars hidden beyond light

Sealed in blackened depths of mind

Lost for all eternity

Never the day's light to find



Only fate to seek my lost soul

Only hell to seal my lost fate

Only night to steal my lost heart

Only darkness do I create



Give me night and give me sin

Give me purity deep within

To fall into the darkness

Of tormenting pain again



I'm amused life is abused

With those thoughtless attitudes

Simple minds yet left unused

Subjected to truths refused



Tear down the mindless masses

With the lasting tone of death

Purge the lies from deep within

Taking life with every breath



Let the madness consume all

And in the last moment stand

Witness fate in it's glory

Realize darkness within man



I need nothing but destiny

Do not give me anything

Yet allow me to believe

When the angel of death sings



Beauty is all around me

Yet I can only see pain

Forged in the depths of my soul

From memories I retain



All I need is spoken truth

To incarnate what I feel

Shape it into demon form

So my torment can be real



Scream loud if you so desire

Shed tears lost in truest vain

Take the knife to your bare chest

Feel the blood flow from your veins



Give you dark and give you light

Strength of the mighty towers

To endure the pain like me

For this is your darkest hour



Holding hands in the moon light

Is but whimsy if at best

Pointless thoughts lost in nightmares

Overwhelmed by life's great stress



So bear in mind what you might

The darkest hour soon will come

When I shall feast on man's blood

For the damned I am the son



Anointed by demon's grace

Lost in sin from deep within

With shattered mental fragments

I will this pain to begin



Give me strength to endure pain

Give me wings to fly and then

I will burn all I hold dear

Once the darkest hour ascends



Feel the blood and feel the death

Feel the screams in sorrow's vain

Feel the madness take your soul

Feel the never ending pain



Let it consume forever

The life you once had held dear

And realize it means nothing

What you now feel is called fear



Fear the life that never ends

Fear the death that now begins

Fear the depths of your own mind

And the morbid thoughts it lends



Take this gift I give to you

Never forget whence it came

Remember what you have felt

Tomorrow will bring the same



So with blackened hands I sing

To the heavens mortal grace

And behold the star of morn

Feel the scars across his face



With wings torn by demon's claws

And horns fluid like dark garb

Beautiful yet drenched in pain

For he is the morning star



For the treachery of sin

Cast to the fires of this hell

An immortal life of pain

Forsaken from father's veil



Give me the will to resist

These mad thoughts that lead me here

This place of utter chaos

I feel madness drawing near