heart given flight by demon's wings Faces certain death Do not let this exterior deceive you I can easily crush your spirit My wounds bleed truth Their voices are caustic And with
Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might reach you That I might reach Straight for your throat This is madness Will we not be satisfied
creations live forever To those that wrote the words Though my knees become weak I will cause my foot another step To carry the task And to those that
to wield this scorched, jet blood To the gross advantage This blood must not go to waste All is not yet lost Take these words of blood ill-tempered
it's tongue, fire Could any being verily Bast in malevolence? As if its indifference might pardon it This tyrant He is the fatherless The arrogance of a being That
without love Fight without purpose And live without passion I am alive and vigorous In this song is where I belong Within these moments There are no outsiders Within
regret He shed his grace As certain as a snake sheds its skin Laid waste to a wealth of talent His curse of being blessed with treasures That just were
, with regretful hands The strings so carelessly attached to me I can remove the litter of intimacy Alas, this will not be the death of me If that which
The salt from my eyes burn As does the acid of my tongue Might a tempest relive me of sound and sight Might I unearth the hatchet and put it to proper
defining priority Fools, unable to give the crucial gift of reason What more can be expected of a child Being a product of the stark worst, its fathers blood
