Black Symphony (Saint Deamon)

The rain is pouring down the day has just begun The twisted mind has no regrets of what he's done Deep in his mind he knows he can't find peace Until he's written into history Oh! Painting the images in blood reflections of all that he has loved Seeking to create a masterpiece in the black symphony The sun goes down and the night will soon arise Lurking in shadows he will make his sacrifice Deep in his mind he knows he can't find peace Obsessive thoughts saying she'll be mine Painting the images in blood reflections of all that he has loved Seeking to create a masterpiece in the black symphony There is no way she can love you, but can you take it if she turns you down It is pure and it's all about craving, being denied what your heart longed for Yes! Painting the images in blood reflections of all that he has loved Seeking to create a masterpiece in the black symphony