Death Doll (Part I)

Here the toll of untold time

Mixes in like blood and wine

In the temple of the dead

Story written, things unsaid

And untold in ageless dust

Breathe it in like love to lust

At the Gate of Silent Lake

Stands the guard of lonely make

Look beyond the watery grave

Past the silence of the glaive

See her stand upon her tower

Lonely and unholy hour

Death is such a lovely word

One most often gone unheard

For death has such a pretty name

And she plays the song of shame

Death Doll (Part II)

 Glass eyes

Watching you, watching me

And the voice of an angel

Singing

To the rising sun

Desperation

Spreading equally

On her lovely face

Carving

Bloody saddened tears

Joyful adoration

Of the ever present insanity

Deafening the mind with voices

Crying

To be heard

Uncertain Moon

Tries to make herself seen

Hidden by the Jealous Sun

Blinding

To be worshipped