Flight of Wings

Tear down your burgundy

Oh heartless one

As I reach forth to you

Fear me, as I have the atrocity of pain

For this insanity shall gain over me

Pour down your blood into this pit of misery

As it crisp into fiery fireflies

That gives the aroma of necrophily

The flight of wings shall cast our immortal selves away

Ripping our virginity of hatred

That consumes us

And turns us into demons