Surrender all your powers to me, for tonight will be your last.
Surrender all your love to me as just this moment's past.
All blood red hearts spill red dew upon the fields.
You'll run upon the stains as your fate is finally sealed.
All the pain you've hidden,
and all the shame you've won,
will spill out like a faucet, before this night is done.
As you lie in death upon your own spilled blood of blame,
just answer me cruel child,
why'd you play this game?
To think shadows would hide you,
and shade you from the night,
how foolish to mistake your darkness,
for some hidden candle's light.
You can run,
and hide under the trees,
but death will always find you,
it is you that its eye sees.
When you turn to run,
and death catches your thoat,
it would've been easier,
if you hadn't built this moat.
You've hidden your lies, anger, and spite,
and through all you've seemed to soar,
but all that will come to an end,
as hell open's up its doors.
No matter how you jump,
it shall catch you still,
as soon as you least expect it,
it will go in for the kill.
So be brave, cruel child,
don't let fear seize,
and cry a little harder next time,
before you catch the breeze.
