The Dying God

For this weary world
I'm crying
And I wait for all sins to proceed
In melancholy
I'm dangling
Face down from the ill fated tree

Watching helpless
The slow trickling sands of time
Forsaken
For you, my daughter, I cry

I'm bound in silence
And wait here since two thousand years
For my return
For I'm the Dying God
My child is lost
I am the Dying God

Left to rot
By the ones who tied me to this pole
Altered
To a man without reach for his goal
There's just Death
I'll be no longer reborn
My horns
Were twisted to a mere crown of thorns

Watch me hanging
My sunset lasts two thousand years
There's no return
I am the Dying God

My sweet child
Hidden 'neath a holy shroud
Now see what they have done to me
Castrated
There's no use for virility
I'm dying
Alone
In this aftermath of sin
Shadows, enshroud me
I'll be some undead deity
A Death Cult emerging
To drool over my dead body
And banish
The merry Gods
To the Hells they made up just for them!

Unlock the gates to chaos spheres
And throw away the key
You will not miss the sun that shone
For light you cannot see
Climb the steps to power and greed
Forget the one who bore
The fragile form that you've once been
And scorn her as immoral whore

Now this weary world
Is dying
And I mourn it to happen 'round me
Can no longer cry
My tears all dried
And my eyes no longer will see

I'm dangling from the hanging tree
And watch the brooding sky
The sun that rose one billion times
Tomorrow it will die
I am the God whose time had passed
Two thousand years ago
I'll meet my death, my final fate
To feed the worms below