When Life Gets Sick, The Dead Grow Strong

I am God, I am satan, it’s all the same
The abyss of sorrows screams my name
Living during winter, growing in the fall
I was born to be the antagonist of all

I was raised by demons, born from the angels
Above all the silver, above all that glimmers
Now I’m drawn to beauty like a moth to the flame
Drawn to my doom, embracing love and pain

The rain can capture every emotion
Proceeding drops from your eyes to the ocean

I see a glimpse of the old world burning in your eyes
And I wonder: Could you be the evil such as I?

Ancient beauty queen
My pagan desire
Oh, how I want you
Oh, how I need you

I never cry for love or loss
But I bleed sweet tears for the emptiness inside

I ain’t looking for romance, just another soul to taint
Put innocence in my hands, I’ll corrupt it with my touch
Beauty will burn for me
She will burn for me
Beauty will burn for me
I will burn for you

You’re the devil in a black dress
The one that only prays for pain
Kneel and worship the church that is me