Trapped

in

pur-

ga-

to-

ry

A

life-

less

object,

a-

li-

ve

A-

wait-

ing

re-

pri-

sal

Death

will be

their

a-

cquit-

tence

The sky

is

turn-

ing

red

Re-

turn

to

po-

wer

draws

ne-

ar

Fall

in-

to

me,

the

sky's

crim-

son

te-

ars

A-

bo-

lish

the

rules

made

of

stone

Pierced

from

be-

low,

souls

of

my

treach-

erous

past

Be-

trayed

by

ma-

ny,

now

or-

na-

ments

drip-

ping

a-

bove

A-

wait-

ing

the

hour

of

rep-

ri-

sal

Your

time

slips

a-

way

Rain-

ing

blo-

od

From

a

la-

ce-

ra-

ted

sky

Blee-

ding

its

hor-

ror

Cre-

a-

ting

my

struc-

ture

Now

I

shall

reign

in

blood!