The obituaries read like love letters to me

 

Sweet tears of memoirs of the past

 

Breaking down my door breaking the burier of salt

 

They be coming through the mirrors break my soul

 

Break down the shadows that have taken my body

 

  
The obituaries read like love letters to me

 

Break down the doors

 

Fill the room with smoked sage

 

            Pray for my soul to let me set free

 

Place the crosses around

  

          Throw the holy water at me

 

Thrashing screaming begging

 

Let them drag me back to hell with them

 

Their icy stares and cold hands grasp me hard

 

Taking me with them right to my doom

 

 

 

The obituaries read like love letters to me

 

Sweet tears of memoirs of the past

 

Breaking down my door breaking the burier of salt

 

They be coming through the mirrors break my soul

 

Break down the shadows that have taken my body

 

 

They come from all around

 

Claiming me theirs

 

 

               Gaap

 

Great President of Hell, commanding sixty-six legions of demons

 

Come take me