Forests of Perdition
The dense threshold of these woods
Is where I longed to sleep
Feared by the breed called mankind
Cherished by those of the coldest blood

To enter those dark and forbidden groves,
embrace the Damned
A single drop out of my mortal past is what I left behind

Shadows froze my soul
Under a silent moon
Beckoned by the voices of my past
To drown in my own perdition

Those temples of ice I was allowed to gaze upon
Built by hands dissimilar to the ones I called mine
Around me shined the red starsthat were burned by the day
Those thrones, at last I had found the woods that were without god

I saw through eyes that were no longer weak
Free of my burdens
Trickles of crimson ran down my cheeks
My Demon tears

Defying all things holy I sketched a grotesque smile
We would soon hunt together and tear the lamb apart

I had found solace, refuge
As the forests closed behind, forever
Horns pointing towards heaven
I laughed over the wind