Pain is the only lesson that I can not abate A spiteful forlorn feeling that keeps fueling the hate Crackles in the iron cast opening the door I'll be trapped in this nightmare forevermore Plague holds the mask A painted icy shrine Push the veil in efflorescence And herein lays the lie When the mask, so heavy, crumbles to the ground When the scars start screaming this unearthly sound I'll lay bare my earthen flesh enslaved by this iron cast The third mask falls, I am exposed Plague holds the mask A painted icy shrine Push the veil in efflorescence And herein lays the lie Whispers, call them what they are Rustling the fallen leaves that mark the end of all Picking up the pieces of my mind blazed to embers The mask falls, the whispers reign in awe When the sky weighs like a grievous lid Upon a spirit aching for the light A spleen so terrible growing amid This barren horizon of blight The sun goes down The sun goes down Plague holds the mask A painted icy shrine Push the veil in efflorescence And herein lays the lie A scorched flag rose to apogee And dirges around at skyfall I'll exhale my last weeping plea As the mask burns my weary skull The night's endless hegemony Is nothing but a dreary fall Impacts of celestial bodies Crushed by her unrelenting rale