Holding the tears of the bloodred moon Drowning in the illusion of your future soon By the melody of your drinking past You'll see her twisted image last Bless her now, for her sins Sitting on the throne of the cynic In the shadow of your shame Waiting for the next eclipse The next portion of blooded rain Her reflection in the mirror lies broken The pieces scattered in your eyes talking She'll feel the pain in your endless hope She'll found her story is a curse untold Bless her now, for her sins [Chorus:] You feel the dark breeze Taste the pain it brings Touch her hollow stare Swallow that smile that gives away her secret That she is immortal [Chorus]