Look, I've taken to your sins father
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree?
Let me show you what you can't believe
you see, the ground rots beneath my feet
I've poisoned our roots can't you see?
This melody of fire soaring screams higher
Could it be, Could it be?
The screech brings me to my knees
From joy to joy I bleed
There is this symphony I think is me
A tale with madness it plants its seed
Drown it, burn it, see it freed
Likewise I have come back to haunt
And you know what I want
I'll sever your life, Eyes wide my reason will daunt
I now hold Pandora's box
In the eerie night the apocalypse stalks
The end is close,
but before then
go mad to the doom foretold by clocks.