bathe in its crimson rush, let it descend
fly on the wings of the horse of night
ever on its way
ride in chariot of the sun-god bright
unholy day
do you accept your shadow
do you admit your taint
give into it at my command
red and black the world we paint
fear of the shadows lures them ever nearer
they shall subsume your mind
if only you knew how to survive
but to learn you haven't the time
do you command your shadow
are you proud of your taint
come to me in desperate need
bear the title of dark saint
scream to the stars as they stare lifelessly
fall into the darkness that is me
fly on the wings of the horse of night
he's coming for you
run in complete and total fright
they shadow
has turned
on you.