Aether Cries - Kult ov Azazel

Banished from a kingdom

Fools, they lie dead

Turn Black

Blood will be shed

With tears of lust

Of pain in your existence

I will see you suffer

I, and pain, we bleed, from light, as one

Mist from your breath

Sweat with blood

Tastes of vengeance

For terror and tears

The sky cries…

My soul can express

No more pain

For these black tears of rain

The sky is left with scars the sun will die