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