Before The Dawn

The container of my soul was severed from my shell
At birth I was stigmatized by fires of hell
The hollow space inside is growing still
It’s going for the kill
Beneath the bloodred sky the song was born
The sky was bleeding when I sang her the deadsong
By my burning cradle the lullaby of death
Was sung by dark angels
The daughters of flame
She slept under my wing, a cold embrace
Death’s loyal servant now filled with pain
Forever haunted by her angelic face