Falling by numbers before my very eyes
The Kin of the Dragons I've slain by birthright
And seer grant me courage for I know
not the peril
That lie ahead down my twisted path
... So rise, oh Lord...
... Grant me strength, to uphold...
Thy death be undone
Sleep no longer
For the land below both King and foe
Awaits this final day
And though fear
roams I do know, I do understand
What must be done...
Be seated, be afraid for what may come this way
For behind these
shutters and behind these doors
Our story's about to unfold
I gather the will to end my mission
With the seven witches tied
at the stakes
And as the audience is ghasping for air
I prepare to revel in the flesh
And now the feast is here, as the maidens
Are cleansed by the flames
As I falter by every word
Summoning all but the Lord himself
For as the
shape reveals as prophesied in the "good book"
It all seams somewhat twisted to what I've
Learned to believe to be the man not the
I've (now) somehow succumbed to without
Knowing what made me sacrifice
All that's dead to be by the hand of the
... Oh Lord why have you turned on me?
... Oh Lord you sought me out
Behind this curtain of my everyday life
now it seams the only one to die