There's a secret held within,
a story that begins, ends in sin...
Should I do it with this knife in my hand.
Stab her with all the force I can...
Death come... slowly creep
Within my tainted soul...
I see a boy
standing there...
Of Heroes and Beasts
One stood on the left...
Filled with dark anger
Even darker frustration...
Their once was a place I knew
it sheltered me from harm...
He stands alone in a quiet village,
a village that knows no fear...
The cold wind numbing my tears,
to my scared face...
Intoxication wearing off,
Assume that you're alone...
The full moon is rising
high above the treetops...
Take me by the hand...
Can you hear God's cries...