I wake at night
and I am back in my coffin at first light...
I close my eyes
I fall asleep...
Find the thoughts of mine,
Thinking over small cynical...
I was sent to protect him,
To make sure he wasn't hurt...
As I stare into her eyes opening,
They turn to a glare evil and red...
The battlefield is now silent.
Too cold for crow or raven...
Singing in the blood of a thousand doves,
Listening to the sound of the dripping blood...
Through this world we travel,
great journeys around every corner...
A resurrection is occuring
Of my eternal faith in hate...
In the dark alone I sit,
with nothing but a candle lit...
Behind the red curtain
and hidden backstage...
Caught between this and that
Unable to see right from wrong...