Blood Red Throne Itika
My eyes were blinded
Seeing what I could not believe in
Serpent wonder
Dragged me and pulled me under
Fictional expectations of one day
Being under itika
Slowly dying
Depriving me of arriving
In the deepened darkness
Resting 'til the dark veils
Unveil my eyes
Drowning
Floating
Falling
Flying
Fall in love with thoughts of dying
With my itika
Join me now
Feel my decay
Itika, take me away
In the mud
I rot so gracefully
Trying to be the corpsе that you deserve
In thе mud
I rot so gracefully
Trying to be the corpse that you deserve
My itika
