Bleeding Milliads - Blackthorn

Dressed in a sable shroud

She walks with her head bowed

Humble, quiet yet horrifying

Night on the funereal way

Wherever she appears

And wherever she reveals

Herself there fade sources

Of light, of hope, of life on earth

Flame, my stigmas

So everyone can see

One cut across the three moons

All will bleed with me

Too deep to heal for eternity

Stabbed by you

And so I’ll always be

Beneath the weight of a senseless vow

Bleeding milliads

With you I go down

And from that accursed sphere

She comes down and draws near

To flood into my inner maim

As unstoppable black flows

There’s nowhere I can hide

They still will pervade my mind

Creatures or phantoms, leave

Me be or emerge from the dark

Flame, my stigmas

So everyone can see

One cut across the three moons

All will bleed with me

Too deep to heal for eternity

Stabbed by you

And so I’ll always be

Beneath the weight of a senseless vow

Bleeding milliads

With you I go down