Persephone - Lycia

Something divine, something divine

Fingers reaching through the air

Twisting tongues and pulling hair

Cross the line, crushing the line

Catching the corpse before she falls

Watching her crack apart the china doll

Shatter the time, shatter the time

Bleeding through her milky skin

Flesh is torn and stretched from sin

Enemy mine, enemy mine

Smelling the sickness, swelling the veins

Blacken the sun and blacking the days

Climbing the sky, climbing the sky

You think I’m weak