[I. A Clot of Tragedy]
Bring this underground, bring this to its knees
Marching in slumber, swelling shades of
we have the motive to breathe and to feed from the
mouth of deceit
Mutual fear will bring us peace as the raven builds
[II. A Swarm of Dedication]
I'm haunted by the strains of human limitation
sending you letters like
I'm daring you to,
in relation to you going astray.
What seemed like a lifetime spent riding on teh wings of the
devils. It was as if I had fled from a lion, only to meet a bear.
Cut off when I saw the unseen. Sending me to my
covered with dust adn ashes.
Humiliation and insignificance.
Oh, the curious teeth of a bear, those fangs,
lash and spur onto dedication.
I will not be moved or shaken. I will not be mislead.
Messenger follows messenger follows messenger