The end of an era,
The end of my pain.
The end of All suffering and crying in vain.
The death of a version I could never contain
The start of the funeral, drops of blood and champagne.

The start of a push 
of black hearts in distain.
The start of a rush
Of rebirth and reframe.
The start of new power of an angel’s refrain,
The start of a murder,
Fresh blood in my veins.

My past feeling little
Like sand and it’s grain
Just slipping through the fingers
That made you insane.

The start of small steps 
On unknown terrain
Somewhere on the verge between
sacred and profane

The building of everything
That you could never attain
The end of an era,
The start of my reign.