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