Hour Of Penance

Humiliate is dominate.
The curse of the weak is a spiral fall.
Powerless scream. The saviour is still unseen.
A mortal god stole my light and reshaped my pain.
Once again I'm the weak one, I'm shapeless for you.
Innocence, still laughing at me.
How could I revive its memory again?
No lesson learned. The enemy inside my head.
Last rosary of humiliation.
For I know what awaits me, I know that it's coming.
I know what awaits me, I know it's coming.
For I know what awaits me, I know that it's coming.
I know what awaits me, I know it's coming.
Secret prayer of my own disease.