The Tree And The Rope

A dying man
Searching for the shadows
For his new god

A hanged man
The tree and the rope
His only friends
The lights are fading...now

The candle is dying out
My time has come

A silent scream has reached the skies
Feeding the storms, killing the saints
In a black rapture I hear the angels' cries
My fallen glory...my godless faith

And now I sense my fear
My end is near
I see her face
Her bloody tears
They cloud my hopeless mind
They stop my breath
A mournful shadow
A window's veil
Reaching the eternity
Tasting my wisdom
I'll be the king
Of my agony

A dying man
Searching for the shadows
For his new god

A hanged man
The tree and the rope
His only friends
The lights are fading...now