Drip thou to hell, rip off thy skin in deep perturbation
Letting go all the crimson black to fall to Satan
Complete the God screaming scarification

Look up into the blackened sky
Look into the heart of the demons ply
Ho,
Something inside, give me, is burning, a reason
To spare that happiness from black to grey
Doth thou make sense, oh whore of every blackened season
Doth it grind with melancholy splendor, what doth thou say?
Sayest I rip thou heart form thy soul
For thou shalt it feed upon
And thou shalt feed upon it
To suck all the blood till none is gone
To forever suck till imprisoned by Hyperion
In utter senseless decay of immortal terror
For all thy utterance and foolish error

Learneth thy place upon this purpled world
To hold and never be held, to bask upon the dirtied life
Of all the uncouth and ignorance unfurled

Until…
Deep sense singeth to light
So thou may calm like storm to breeze
And sayest to heaven wherefore thy creation am I
To drink upon the evil, and leave hearts to freeze
But past is over, now is now, the Violin’s kiss awakens
A deep sorrow and a bittersweet's chastity
Piano’s embrace, the trance hearkens
It is a Sonata to worship it’s Majesty
The majesty of beauty, of happiness
Ma cheree