Cosmic Misery

Inverted pentagrams and crucifixes
Weirdos at the gates
Belief in ancient Gods whose rise from solemn slumber we await
Cities laid to waste, terror at the seas
Armageddon now, Cosmic Misery
With the cover of darkness
We sought out the scene
There were leaves on the ground from the cold winter breeze
A habitual ritual
A tribute to the spirits of old
The fire was warm
Our hearts were cold
Alive, Alive
They asked me how I came to be like this
So lonesome and so strange
I scoffed and pulled my cloak around my fragile, teenage frame
I never had a chance, this world was never meant for me
I put my faith in outer space
Cosmic Misery
With the cover of darkness we fled from the shrine
There was blood in the leaves from our dark sacrifice
A habitual ritual
A tribute to the spirits of old
The fire was warm
Our hearts were cold
Alive, Alive, Alive
I’m waiting for the evil to rise
Alive, Alive
I’m waiting at the spot
I’m waiting for the evil to rise
Carve the ancient sign into my skin
I’m ready for it to begin