holding these feathers in his hand

blood dripping from his white wings

dropping onto the grounds of sand

 

Immortal became myself

when this darkness fell apon me

pushed off the cliff by her

the one I will always call 'blackwings'

 

A dark room where Im alone

ths silence is enough to drive me mad

sanity only holds on due to mortality

tears of scarelet fall from my face making me sad

 

Love is no more

then a fallen broken dreams

torn apart by lust and sexuality

this cruel dark fate is mine it seems

 

My wrist dont have to bleed

for me to shed blood from a blade

internal bleeding of what I am

things never seem to change

 

The shadows dance around

as I watch the blood drip onto the floor

my eyes in a fixed haze

all is forgotten... all is torn.....

 

Silent are these arms

blood stained are these wings

shattered from what I once was

written in elder futhark these things