The Pain is Still Mine-Ihsahn

The Pain is Still Mine - Ihsahn The word is easy Dripping sweet and cocky from the tongue Vaguely describing the taste of blood. A distant cry arise From the fathomless well That is my soul. I can not hear the words So I throw my heart in Like a coin And wish that it would sink forever. A purpose, a sacrifice Or merely temptation? Is my solitude anything but a perversion Of my vanity? I never cared for this weak inclination This paranoid tendency To flock. And in between all the noise All the guilt A silence would carry my spirit away From diminishing obsessions. Away from fools and poisonous flies. The birth of a dreamer. Behold, an angel of vengeance A lion A sword of fire Alas, the burden of my heart Is violence undone Pain unfulfilled Silence. When I finally cut deep Into the flesh of guilt The un-naked body of shame And the veins of repentance Open wide Sending rivers of blood Into my mouth The pain is still mine.