Surrounded by freezing stone, my prison
My home, my creation, it is starting to fall
Apart, my safe harbour, infected with decay
My black wings shivering with every call
Which path leads to my willing faith, shall
I spill my own blood, serving the tyrant,
Regain my white wings with my rebirth, or
Should I listen, letting you tell what I want?
Or should my wings not been covered with sin,
While I am causing carnage by his hand? I
Want my bloodied wings not covered with his
Demon fear, I want to see his forlorn angels die
I have to keep my walls standing, maybe even spread
My realm, my wings will reign with slaughtering fire
Until I choose my faith, killing and running from
Everything in my way, and fighting my own desire
I feel my wings growing, like whipstings burning my
Back, the pain, fear and doubts I have to control, hating
The ones I love, loving you by fighting fear, surrounding
Myself with darkness, while I am living and dying, waiting