Black Door

I know your face
And where you came from
I know the shape
Of all your demons
The wings that make you weak
A shadow on the door
A mirror made of ink
So we may be adored
I'm on your side now
Call your dead knights down
I'm on your side now
Called my red brides down
I take the form
Of a mistery
A veil of scorn
To become holy
I am the serpentine
That wraps around your eyes
I swallow everything
So there is no divide
I'm on your side now
Call your dead knights down
I'm on your side now
Called my red brides down