• I was ...
    born to the blood of angels
    born through the veil of a storm
    born without love inside me
    born with the need to perform
    born out of vengence
    born out of scorn
    born out of hatred
    out of love torn
    born with a mission
    born with a drive
    born with a need
    with a will to survive
    2x
    now it's time to show you
    what i'm really all about
    nomore pretensions;
    nomore frothing @ the mouth
    their's no use hiding
    all of my sins deep inside
    i'll wear them on my shoulder
    like a badge of pride.
    chorus 2x
    cause i'm the daughter of death
    from my very first breath
    i'm a daughter of death.
    blood red as macbeth.
    i'm a daughter of death
    living a flithy mess
    i'm a daughter of death

    I was ...
    raised from burning ashes
    raised with tragic crime
    raised from cries of chaos
    raised on barrowed time
    raised by the darkness
    raised by the night
    raised by the vultures
    raised by the claws of fright
    raised to be hated
    raised to be loved
    raised to be doomed
    by the powers above