Angel of death, hear my prayer,
as I scream it in the air.
Take my soul, to keep, at the ending of this corrupted year.
Give me the answer of why things are unfair.
And hand me the eyes of those who forever stare.
And rip open my skull by my golden hair.
My heart has always been humanity`s favorite item to tear.
And my cries become faint to the ones who glare.
No acceptance given since I`m the one to fear.
The fall from my dreams, I know, is near.
The only present I ask this Christmas eve,
is for the voices in my head to leave.
And for those who cause my pain to grieve.
My sanity is the only thing left to deceive.
And all I want, is for my beloved-ed father to see,
my body hanged from the Devil`s tree.
And now the blood from my wounds, are set free.
Give me the dagger, with a ribbon tied.
I`ll kill all those who, of my intentions, lied.
And with the Grim Reaper, by my side, I`ll bring back all who have died.
The darkness is my only guide,
while I look down upon my angel who has hide.
With all, who caused the impair of my mind.
But to all, my kindness, continues to be blind.
And on my shattered heart, they dine.
With the blood of the lamb, as their wine.
They slaughter me as in my bed, I do lay.
And they hear my pulse, but on they slay.
And on the path to hell, I continue my way.
With the broken Christmas lights, they place into my veins.
That causes my corpse to burn in the blackened rain.
And at this moment I can`t remember a day that I`ve been sane.
For humanity left me to die without a name.
On the tombstone of my grave.
And there`s no joy, left in my soul, to save.
And my ghost has already set my home ablaze.
And now the new born child is dead,
and to the demons it`s been feed.
And this is my final prayer said.
