Black Treasures Of Melancholy

I have watched over thousand deaths.

Possessed the mourning families.

I have felt their tears of grief.

Flown on my face under(their)skin

I am the entity that feeds the sadness.

Depression and melancholy.

I am a demon who's wings are nets.

Catching every tear that you cry.

The salt in your wounds is like alcohol to me.

Drunken I've been so many times.

I still remember the age of Black Death

The years I was feasting so long.

Now that I look at the pathetic world

I despise the humans since day one.

Invisible the shadows that haunts infernally.

I am there when you are hurt in pain.