I ascend towards the fire depraved of coiled roots
That bind me to the earth from a decaying crown of light
Disheveled veils secure your sin and mine
Lower your head and close your eyes

Bathing in the waters from the barren breath of God
To drain the excess wind from flooding lungs
I feast upon white flames until my tongue is black and raw
Unraveling a rope of sin I've spun

Hell is a reflection of myself
Branded in the skin of those I love
Dead weight will hang in the absence of the warmth of setting suns
Like kindling to set my will ablaze
The days grow dark and long
Like shadows distorted and worn
To pick the locks of Heaven's gate should I arrive
My body as your crown confined to heads of godless kings

Feast upon white flames

Hell is a reflection of myself
Branded in the skin of those I love
Hell is a reflection of myself
Branded in the skin of those I love
My hell is me