Cradle -

Frantic bride bleeding

The sea hypnotized

A world void of meaning

An empress lie

Look in my eyes

Tell me what do you see

My dear twisted mortal

Come make me believe

Hide behind doctrines

And guilt ridden saints

Legacy horrors and ministry slaves

Tell me how long

Will we feed this disease

As doom visioned cloth plots

The end to our dream

A cradle of filth

And it’s puppet strings

I will have none

Accept, ye are gods

All ye angels of light

The christ that you seek has

Betrayed

The answers you hold

For they rot deep inside

Only the mirror will save