Loneliness and I, we keep each other
Company throughout the longest night
Soon the sun rises and it is day
The hour of us made of clay

Hope is dying on the ground
A crimson mist swirls around
Insert the scalpel into the mud
Proclaim the beauty of our blood

Tonight the night is the most dark
Tonight the heart is taken apart
How beautiful is the pouring rain
How much more can we tolerate?

Death slid her fingers through my ribs
Ripped them open to expose my hands
They were clutching my heart, such feeble things
Staring at a symbol wondering what it means

Hope is dying on the ground
A crimson mist swirls around
Insert the scalpel into the mud
Proclaim the beauty of our blood

The wages of sin is death, so when shall I be paid?
Melancholy a food forbidden to be craved.
O my eyes will not cease crying
O my body will not cease dying