Paroles de Demure

Bathed in your richness Now stained with your filth Silence as an executioner A slave to your sin Cold iron kisses my skin A dormant dream, a souvenir you keep Selfless life Alchemy A treasured soul Torment is priceless Sanctioned and sold You face your judgement Suffer my pain Descend, decay Terror takes me Conjured by passion, a cruel image Consume my gaze forever Glazed in smoke, metallic underbelly, the simplest exit Quest to maker forged by a goddess Judgement