As the one little flicker dies,
as the one hope I have is gone...

If there is a god
then why is he so crewel...

Its a fly in every soup
Its the head of every coup...

Take a single hand
you have two, it's not a stretch...

As war drums crash in distant woods,
a rumble shakes the earth...

As I sit in my pool of growing despair,
and wallow until not even I, myself care...

Strike the match, stoke the flame
set the fire to my name...

As i fall, fading into nothing
my life flashes before me...

Immortal ties unto the wall
covered with fiendish thorns...

The window is open wide
let the dark match the inside...

Blade descending from the sky
I hear the wenches final cry...

What is in a name?
is it a summary of who we are...