Hey old man, can you read my lips

I shout to you, here I am, among the sheeps

For that stone of happyness I am looking for

I'm young, yet no innocent and ready to fight for...



This place that mortals call paradise

And for a whole life they suffer

This place that no worms from ground rise

They've all been shattered



In this so called "heaven" I want

To build my own black mansion

Leather for walls, flesh and bones

Bleeding throats to feed my passion.



Blast my will would be

As I reach the mortals' dream

End of hope, that's growing dim...



Here where I cried but no one could see

My tears have frozen, I'm no longer bleed

Red scripts I make, none's blood is waste

Me pen dives in red, quarry lies dead.



I'm now the holder of your soul

The one to whom your life's being sold

I'm now your sun, your flesh and blood

Your own God, Lay down and suffer.