The container of my soul
was severed from my shell
At birth I was stigmatized
by fires of [bad word] This hollow space inside
is growing still
It's going for the kill
Beneath the blood red sky
the song was born
The sky was bleeding
when I sang her the deadsong

By my burning cradle
The lullaby of death
was sung by dark angels
The daughters of flame

She slept under my wing
cold embrace
Death's loyal servant
now filled with pain
Forever haunted 
by her angelic face
 [bad word] 
These chains
Hold me down
Down on this frozen ground 
in this world
where death walks the earth
The sign of reaper
given in birth