Scarlet

So many reasons why one should never entertain a taste of the red. A cry for a life of innocence escapes her. So repent, and go running back to kill because it might make it easier. It's the scent of fear that keeps you chained down to the ritual. Adhere. You're a slave born into a dark world of deceit. A slave that's longing for a retreat. Learning to love a disaster. Direct your soul in the essence of hate to draw the blood of the master. Flee. The stains on your wings now carry the free. Selfishly embrace the glory vengeance brings. Hold courage tight. Illuminate the night. Punishment! An eye for an eye, a knife to the wicked. Just the sight of the organization burning to ashes, could put a smile on her face. The torture ends within this wretched place. Oh please forgive what I've become. Learning to love a disaster. Direct your soul in the essence of hate to draw the blood of the master. Flee. The stains on your wings now carry the golden seal extracted from the omen's life. One steady hand in victory. Darkness weeps as love enfolds under a pure and crescent night. Born from the eye into the light. So many reasons why one should never entertain the taste of scarlet. (scarlet.) scarlet. So many reasons why one should never entertain a taste of the red. A cry for a life of innocence escapes her. Learning to love a disaster. Direct your soul in the essence of hate to draw the blood of the master. Flee. The stains on your wings now carry the free.