Black Butterfly - Beastmaker

In chrysalis she’s waiting to transform

Void of light in darkness she is born

Camouflaged her hunger must be fed

Papa left behind her wings are spread

Black Butterfly

She flies to me and takes my pain away

Now she wears my sadness to the grave

A lust for pain in search of misery

Her torment only means that you are free

Black Butterfly

This is her nightmare in which she’s living

She takes your sorrow

You are forgiven

Black Butterfly