In The Blackest Sea

I’m drowning in the blackest sea,
The sound of a hundred violins
Is ringing through my ears
And I can’t hear myself screaming.
The blood is cold and colder
As a thousand miles of fire
Spread towards the skies
And you can hear me crying.
I’m lost and left to wonder
Where did I gone wrong
And the lightnings hurt more
When they make way through my throat.
If this is the end now,
Now that I can not talk
All is left is to whisper
A prayer I’ve learned from the ghosts
About how I deserve tortures
And you don’t mind as well
As I am trying to hold on
And you already command the bells
But leave me here, alone, as alone
As you found me, as alone as your god,
With frozen hands and breaking lips
Blood squirts on my chest,
Crows and straw around my knees
And not a word unsaid.
But I know I need this torture
And you don’t mind as well
As I’m trying to hold on
And you already wait in hell.