I rose in purest winter
The ripped canvas of the dark sky
Fierce I go into the night
As rain runs upon me
My poisoned shell becomes alight

Wickedness with beauty
Is the devil's hook baited
Darkness is loneliness
With shadows tall and grim
And histories inked in sin

I have eaten you
My guilt is dust

St. Petersburg revealed to me
Its winter palace by the sea
Saw my crippled birth
The seduction of plato
Offers up one more clue

Watching proud with a smile on my face
Your holy shiver and fall from grace
All you offer is an empty faith
Looking around me, that won't keep you safe

And I am always at your side
Crawling black and silent
You do not even truly believe
Which makes me proud of what I've achieved
The fortress of humanity
Broken now, falls into the sea

Now my sins are washed away

For those of you, who exist
I lay for you, three numbers six
Over the hill and under the ground
Sing as you like, there is no sound