Solace captured in this degraded City of Woe,
hidden deep underneath the shadowed Weeping Willows.
The misery of Angels as they're cast down, they fall;
soothing music beyond words the suffering of all.

Abandon hope as dead spirits enter wailing sorrowful pleas,
endure the screams of forsaken souls with eyes that bleed.
Melt the flesh of breaking bones in a fiery mass grave,
condemned by your All-Mighty God, your soul to me enslaved.

Shunned from love the consuming passion burning raw,
wicked sins shrouded by darkness encased in cryptic flaws.
The reward for your ego in the flames corpse bound,
dark clouds of smoke restricting breath as it surrounds.

Agony filled corridors and resonating echoes of pain,
the crimson moon drips blood as the autumn life wanes.
Beg salvation to reach her white hand out in civil grace,
silvery wings spread redemption concealed in Trust's embrace.

Mercy for naught, a right reserved for souls of worth,
a destiny denied you since your doomed first birth.
Fury and wrath torture the ashes of your broken heart,
on the black wings of demons shattered faith departs.

Nightmares relished by tongues made of putrid waste,
stripping flesh from limb for that desired toxic taste.
Perversion of peace found in my beautiful City of Woe,
where the evil dwells within the silent Weeping Willows.