Beautiful raven, black and blue skin, begin suffocating.

Broken from within, ten candles burn out. Virgin sacrificial

lamb let go out of tourniquet, the star of Bethlehem. Queen

of hearts, go rest high on that mountain of emotion. Dying

faith brings on the rain and hurts nearly as much as the pain

of childbirth. Sometimes crossing over to the dark side is worth

the risk. Behind the mask, the task to die on a cross comes naturally.

A lack of resources often leads nowhere, but death valley. Leaving Eden,

angels' tears reopen old unhealed scars. Coming off a spiritual high, the time

for suffering draws nigh. Innocence can't be recovered with repentance. Bloodshed

provides forgiveness upon a bed of dying red roses.