...of Melancholy Burning

Jackal, aches for pain beyond me
Bestiality beacons, the anger set free
For there is no pain greater than thine
For there is no gain but the fury inside
Desolated since derived
The torn screaming from the gaping wound
Always be cherished
The grandeur of melancholy
Outward reprisal
Swear by your throne
Fallen words shall grieve thee
The grandeur of melancholy
Frailty, thy name is weakness
Vengeance, thy name is pain
Storm through the still glowing night
Ember eyes beyond reason shall see
Beyond reason shall see
Flee from the safety of the sheltering sky
See all but logic, so vengeance shall be
I guess the grandeur of melancholy
Oh, burning, oh burning, ooh
Change into uncertainty’s promised land
Always and never
Always and never, you are the nail
Oh, cursed, cursed
Oh, essence of the night guide me
Cursed, cursed
Oh, sweet revenge heal me
Frailty, thy name is weakness
Vengeance, thy name is pain, the nail
Jackal, aches for pain beyond me
The storm that now grabs me
Is the storm of my soul
For there is no pain greater than thine
For there is no gain but the fury inside
Once so bereaved
And ever so suppressed
Charge and split up the anger
Wake up the jackal, let out his wrath
Always and never, he spoke of his pain
Always and never, you are the nail
You are the nail
Always be cherished
The grandeur of melancholy
Always and never, you are the nail
You are the nail, you are the nail