SURRENDERED SOUL SO YOUNG
DOES NOT DESERVE TO DWELL HERE
HIDING FROM GLARES OF ANGELS made of stone
I SEARCH FOR HIS NAME

I FEAR I HAVE BECOME MORE POWERFUL THAN GOD
I FEAR WITH EVERY NIGHT THIS DARK ABYSS TWIST ME MORE
INJECT THE SOULS INTO SHELLS OF THE DEAD
BEYOND THE LIMITATIONS OF A MAN

CANDLE LIT TO DRAW THE DEAD
MY SON WILL BE REBORN ----TO ME

THE SCREAMS OF BITTER HATE
FIRE AS THICK AS BLOOD
---IT SPILLS UPON THE STONE

I'VE OPENED UP THE GATE
THE SEA OF SHADOWs PART

MY SON BEFORE ME STANDS
ODIOUS ROTTING FLESH
BEHOLD -THE REVENANT - A REVENANT
BLOOD DRAINED FROM HIS FACE DRESSED IN BLACK
as i DROWN WITHIN ROTTING ABSENCE

SURRENDERED SOUL SO YOUNG
DOES NOT DESERVE TO DWELL HERE...HIDE.