Lunar Cult

Upon Dark Wings

You Greeted Sorrow As If He Were An Old Friend

We Reach for the Heavens, Knowing They Do Not Exist

The Weight of an Innocent Heart Burdened by Guilt

An Empty Heart For An Empty Life

This Pain is Temporary

The Blissful Horror of Realisation

Everyone You Love Will Die, And So Will Everyone You Hate

The Blade Was Forged to Fit Your Hand, The Armour Was Forged to Shield Your Soul

It's OK To Let Go