The Red Death - Thrice
Entertain the hope that somehow you'll escape me
Weld the bolts and close the iron gate
Drink deeply the illusion of your saftey
My how wishful thoughts inebriate masquerade
And revel in your opulence
Writhe unfettered by your stabs at ignorance
Swim through hues and whispered tones of heresy
A dozen strokes to run your blood cold enough to believe
Remember me you look so suprised to see me here
With hell's black wings did I o'erperch these walls
For stony limits cannot hold me out
And now you all die