My lips speak of things done wrong,
The slain and dead muttering their unheard song
i speak with wisdom, beyond earthly desire,
the passion for the Master is now a Fire....
Death lives within me, around me in this room
The innocent lay curled up as within a womb
A childs breath, a whisp of smoke
The moonless sky, my deadly cloak
Must we speak from behind this veil
a shroud of pain, and lost passion, keeps me from speaking my particular tale
demons laughing, brooding, dreaming
my heart still beats or so as its seeming
i hate this earth and the life within
my wrath shall strike, my lips a bloody grin
Evil is mine, my body its gate,
to pour into the world, more murder and hate
I ask you this, cause i have followed mine
Did you, like me, ful fill the quest of nine
Do you want to take a life,
Can you fathom whats past that line?
