I lay down my head in hands
and rest on this thrones cold chest
I hold my breath shut eyes and rest
until red lips turn thin and black
I wake up in cold sweat
cuffed to this thrones armrest
and with my hands both tied
I sharpened those nails on time
close this coffin’s lid
beat those nails through it
into these wooden planks
in the rythm of this days end
to the last verse of this song
before my sunset’s gone
then bury me here
beneath this dark throne
And let me bleed out lonely
so I can bleed out slowly
I drill my fangs
into soft raw flesh
those dreams turn again
dry sheets soaked wet
though my lungs burn and hurt
I hunt and run for days
to keep this sunset close
instead of miles away
and alive until the end
no regrets about the time
you borrowed me and I
gave away for free again