I am the beast born inside my own nightmare
From which you find no release
I am the victim of my own making
The serpent his own tail thus eating
The worlds of darkness calling
Hear the whispers of the damned
A cold touch that pulls me over
To the place I know and loathe…
My soul thus my body leaving,
To the place of my own deceiving,
Journey inwards to seek my faded light,
Futile quest, for long ago the light has vanished
The proper delusion, perfect by design,
Who’s the master, who’s the slave?
I seek not answers, I seek not reasons,
Redemption is but a dream away.
Here, in between worlds,
Where the darkness meets the light
………………………………………………
[There are three paths and two I cannot take
The price I reckon is still too high
Thus I give myself back
To the rotting shell of flesh,
Hungry waiting my soul to devour,
On and on, until the last piece is gone…
The hellhound that holds his own leash,
Banished by all I loved and feared,
My hell is only what I feel,
The road to darkness thus begun…]
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