Wicked

I wave my hands with powers forged of fingers drenched in blood
I'd tear apart my soul to save one wretched thought you hold
Then drag the empty shell of me across to hear your plea
And lose another part of me in fighting for you free.

The wicked only live to see the days upon the crest
But mistrust holds you closer to another so mistress
And all the power that I hold can't help me bear the pain
The goddess shines her light to those who writhe under the flame.

You smile with a passion that has yet to reach your eyes
The demons' truths inside you would not give away my lies
Deceit can feed the wretched as an ember to the flame
And every moment that you waste you fall back yet again.

The courage I once saw in you is weakness now I find
The power of your love is only strengthened when we die
I'll free the heightened mortal parts of beings sketched in stone
And blunt the sword, you yield to me. It's I who hold the throne.