Don't ask my sign - I've never known
All that I know is repititions of death
No chance of - A past life
Regression or redemption alike
My past lives - are nothing but
Centuries of perpetual abortions
Everytime I'm born - I'm put to death
My spirit has never been allowed to live

Until this life I'd never lived
As old as any spirit around me
I've never lived to tell a tale
Death is all I feel

Finally in this life
I live to adulthood
Old enough to hold a gun
An innocent goes down
Hear the banshee's scream
Death is what you'll feel
Hell is in your eyes
I don't want my soul to heal
Your soul escapes - it is blessed
My soul escapes - a foul smell
No progress on earth - not worth your fight
When in hell - I finally burn bright

That piercing cry - I'll feed you pain
A sacred sound eclipsed by my screaming sorrow
A Summoning - to swallow thee
At least she'll be free her from her suffering
The one who seeks - shall hear me now
To stop the havoc wrought on by your blood red eyes
Tonight's the night - I end it all
I shall inhale the wailing yell from beyond our world

When my spirit explodes and my essence fades
It's spread across the universe like little fragments
of evil. They are pieces of What I became and inverted
reflections of who I should have been

You know better than to cast the spell that allows my return
in brooding robes walking away from my sorrow; a
journey too far to reach in a single life cycle.

Ahhhhh

Ahhhhhh