Black Treasures of Melancholy

I have watched over thousand deaths.
 Possesed 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 stil remember the age of Black Death
 The years I was feasting so long.

 Now that I look at the pathetic world
 I dispise the humans since day one.
 Invisible the shadows that haunts infernally.
 I am there when you are hurt in pain.