For thou sweepst me
in thy robe of guilt
with garments forged
in spiteful steel
No tainted pride
shall make conviction cease
None shall be unto thee proven
worthy of thy outmost fear
Let aeons the silent longing
instinct shun the ones you dear
As the hunter boldly stalks his
prey
intoxicated
Conviction reign where truth might
sway
intimidated
Silence the bore
Shun the ones you dear
The hunt is over
so the feast begins
What feast is enduring
when all is said and done
Everchange of hearts
The hunter's reason fail
The hunt is treason
The hunt is over
so the feast begins
Why search for endurance
when all is said and done?
