The suffering within my veins
Is showing through my ravaged flesh,
The crimson drops of my heart's pain
Are seeping through this torn wire mesh.

Is this for all my deadly sin?
So was my penance not enough?
That you must pierce the heart within
And so strip me of my true love?

'And the Lord God shed no tears for the
creature of all sins, his fallen son.
His armies stood ready and his hand
held wrath for he who dared aspire.
He who dared dream,
he who had the presumption to create.'

So does my life's blood not suffice
As it trickles down pallid cheeks?
Resentment has turned me to ice,
But I will not kneel with the meek.

She who crushed my beating heart,
For her I will not lay to die,
I will not play this tragic part,
I will not sire another lie!