Amazing Disgrace! The pentagram defaced
As the Devil got sick of Hell
Once a knave, and once a slave
To a place that could not be saved
Oh Lord, hear me! Can you not see?
I wish to confess my sins
Would you concede enough to heed
My cries for your mercy?
Is it too late, for me to pray?
To learn to live again?
To refrain from hate, to change my ways?
Can black hearts begin to fade?
I’m sick of the blame, and this mark of shame
The stigma of blasphemy
The Beast is tamed, put out the flames
My place among angels, I claim