No more bloodlust from my heart
No more rising for my dark
Though, it struggles, prays so hard
I will rip its core apart
I will find my purgatory
Close its door, seal the devil
If he dies I won’t feel sorry
Dying means reborn in glory
If my God turns His cheek
I will kill in me what’s weak
I will dress myself in white
Show I’m capable of Light
If my God gives His hand
I will kiss His forehead
We will go to see the sunrise
And fly in gently orange skies
No more rising for my dark
Though, it struggles, prays so hard
I will rip its core apart
I will find my purgatory
Close its door, seal the devil
If he dies I won’t feel sorry
Dying means reborn in glory
If my God turns His cheek
I will kill in me what’s weak
I will dress myself in white
Show I’m capable of Light
If my God gives His hand
I will kiss His forehead
We will go to see the sunrise
And fly in gently orange skies