Sky glows red like embers under ashes
The air ripples from city's warm breath
Streetlights and neon flicker on ice
The people weep in their warm death
Of restless sleep, for that which lies
Beyond their minds
Is tearing through their bliss
I have no fear for the holocaust skies
My blood trickles and stains the snow
Its strong scent reaches those I call
My blood's their milk, they feed and grow
Lips soft as silk, I suckle them all
And I quiver in pain
For their teeth are sharp as lies
I'm filled with thoughts most unholy
My lips frozen, I kiss the silver gun
My voice echoes around the jewel-box city
Concrete buildings whisper: You're the One!
Herald of Despair, Harbinger of Pity,
Apostle of the Hated,
the Messiah of Melancholy!