Novembers Doom

I gaze the beauty with sinful eyes
I dream of the fallen embrace
Rest before me, whisper my name
And I'll break the spine of your love
Squalor brings the insects
That feast upon the filth
Only now you witness
Collapse of the falling throe
Come to me, with arms outstretched
Sweet tears that kiss your face
When the arms of hate are holding on
I'll take what should be mine
A love for you consumes the heart
This cruelty will not be for nothing
For you will be ruled by an iron hand
And somewhere the master shows his face
A grand design of vented wealth
Sail on wings of golden pride
A blindness that will free your mind