Skyfire

Lifeless symphonies playing on the last refrain

So malignant and cold

This is the music for the dead

And the primitive chords,

Embraces me like a cold winter storm

A symphony of destruction, a hymn of hate

Realizing that feelings comes from within,

Oh you hatred spirit!

Run through my veins

Come to me

Breed through me

Live through me

Bleed for me

Die for me

The music is about to end, and so is my pain

The hate is running faster inside my skin.

The veins are broken. The hatred is released

Chaos and frustration inside of me

Come to me

Breed through me

Live through me

Bleed for me

Die for me