The blood from your wound has infected my own
A will slowly carved from the hardest of stone
It breaks here tonight as I lie and I dream
But my mind isn't right so I lie and I scream
A throne made of ice at the bottom of hell
A body reigns white but a heart kills the spell
A traitor of flesh whose thoughts have accused
A soul the sole thing you've yet to abuse
I'll enter my bed a god and a master
And murder your hands with arcaic laughter
But the stone is still cracked and cannot be saved
So its will is now lost. It can no longer cave
You'll continue to mourn in the quiet of sound
Cold eyes blind to sight as this stone hits the ground
I fly as I dream, but these eyes will not open
To the horrors I've seen and will never be spoken
