its cold my blood like ice in the skin that hosts so muck ungodly sin... who am i? who is this w**** of the night,
unworthy ratchet soul of the deep,shall there be no remorse for my sinister, ungodly soul?
thou shan't close the doors of grace on us unholy, we prosper in unknown ways that god cant refuse,
save my soul, i cry to the clouds, hoping this man called GOD hears my cry....
there is no reply to my desperate please..
i am alone, waist deep in my sorrow and sin...
thus thou show mercy?
i think not.
shall i die in a way that sin over rules all possibility of seeing those heavenly gates as the open, and angelic voices call my name?
aye, i will not die at my own hand, nor the hand of sin. i shall prosper...
i am...
who is this?
who is I?
i know not...
but i know that this is thous last stand.
drinking the potion and laying my sins to rest. i am ready for him..
will he save me?
who is this?