Forests of Perdition The dense threshold of these woods Is where I longed to sleep Feared by the breed called mankind Cherished by those of the coldest blood To enter those dark and forbidden groves, embrace the Damned A single drop out of my mortal past is what I left behind Shadows froze my soul Under a silent moon Beckoned by the voices of my past To drown in my own perdition Those temples of ice I was allowed to gaze upon Built by hands dissimilar to the ones I called mine Around me shined the red starsthat were burned by the day Those thrones, at last I had found the woods that were without god I saw through eyes that were no longer weak Free of my burdens Trickles of crimson ran down my cheeks My Demon tears Defying all things holy I sketched a grotesque smile We would soon hunt together and tear the lamb apart I had found solace, refuge As the forests closed behind, forever Horns pointing towards heaven I laughed over the wind