All mortals young and old
This is the last thing you will be told...

I walk down a road of concrete,
On my shoulders, a cross Made of steel...

We are selfish and snobby,
We hate all outside...

Spread the Darkness
Destroy all of life...

Our Lord, who art in His grave,
Death is thy name...

Resting in what seems a dream
What seemed to to be a fantasy...

Note to self,
It's the way you twist my words...

I lied there helplessly in dream
Then the pressure of this demonic body hit me...

He sits alone in the blissful black
plotting his own dark vengeful attack...

I want your tongue down my throat
to rub my fingers through you hair...