Trapped in purgatory a lifeless object, aliveAwaiting reprisal death will be their acquisitionThe sky is turning red return to power draws nearFall into me, the sky`s crimson tears abolish the rules made of stonePierced from below, souls of my treacherous pastBetrayed by many, now ornaments dripping aboveAwaiting the hour of reprisal, your time slips awayRaining blood from a lacerated skyBleeding it`s horrorCreating my structure now I shall reign in blood