Spin a blade between my fingers.
Head filled with thought that lingers.
Am I the demon that people fear?
He who turns their minds dark from clear.

Punish the reckless and spear the crooks.
Smile with bared teeth while holding meat hooks.
For so long scum has walked these halls.
Time has come to crush their brazen calls.

Spin a blade between my fingers.
Head filled with thought that lingers.
Am I the demon that people fear?
He who turns their minds dark from clear.

I don’t know but guess time with tell.
Chuck out the rotten flesh marked by hell.
Worms digging deep into soft turned sod.
Smile with a face that’s stained by mud.

Spin a blade between my fingers.
Head filled with thought that lingers.
Am I the demon that people fear?
He who turns their minds dark from clear.

Pound on the gates.
Zero mistakes.
Resume my hunt.
Call you a runt.
For you are demise.
To my demon cries.
If I am pure pain.
Then you were disdain.
But things now must change.
I know that sounds strange.
Cause who would’ve thought…
A demon would want psychos caught.

Spin a blade between my fingers.
Head filled with thought that lingers.
Am I the demon that people fear?
He who turns their minds dark from clear.
No!

Carved an eye out of stone.
Will I ever find my bones?
Buried deep in horus’ mystery.
Sat alongside tweedle dum and tweedle dee.
Who are brothers and partners in crime.
Because of them I speak in rhyme.
Yet they have never been my muse.
More often than that they are why I’d blow a fuse.
Feel a sudden need to kill.
Swing my axe that I need Bill.
Strange choice of moniker, yes I know.
Remark about it once than more and you will go…

Down to the depths to face the draugr.
Stand nose to nose with helpless slaughter.

Watched from afar as seas turn red.
All because some virgin wished her father dead.
And when it did not transpire she took his life.
Paid me well to make him a sacrifice.
Burned at the stake for witchcraft and wizardry.
Opened their narrow eyes to make them truly see.
Was it right for me to do?
No but it worked in my favour to…
Lead these fools down a road.
Make them pray at my feet in ice cold.
As if I was a god amongst men.
One that would otherwise violently turn them.

Throw them to the depths to face draugr.
Stand them nose to nose with helpless slaughter.

Return of a sparkling moon.
These methane oceans could be our tomb.
Crushing pressure rising high.
In these depths no one could hear a cry.

You know its true.
You know it to be.
Venture to the deep and be trapped for eternity.

Spinning ball of hazy orange blue.
It was a place that has returned for me and you.
Yet its mysteries are fresh inside.
Unearthing them will require a special guide.

You know its true.
You know it to be.
What might lie down there we are eager to see.

Giant of the murky sea.
Who expected that it would help us so readily.
Is this a trap or a dream?
Whichever it might be this world feels quite serene.

Take a breath.
Take a step.
Sinking into this moon of Saturn’s methane grip.

Indoctrinated by the relentless propaganda machine.
Heard this rhetoric so long its seeping in.
Changing hearts and minds so they follow you.
Before too long they’ll pledge even their lives too.
Sign up for duty in a system that took control.
Perhaps so they can say they played a role.
But would they align if they recalles the truth.
This is an empire built on fear, distrust and freedom abuse.

Subverted democracy for a near limitless powerful high.
Any who oppose well they can simply die.
Fall to the barrel of a troopers gun.
Millions will never again see the sun.
With worlds turned to dust in the blink of an eye.
From intel gathered by a vast network of spies.
Over their shoulders every one does look.
Afterall this is the might of those who cannot be shook.

Vast endless armies at their beck and call.
To oppose them many think is to be a dimwitted fool.
For they possess strength and hold all the cards.
Step out of line and you’ll be turned to shards.
Submission is survival, a line the nonconformists say.
If you are not careful then with your life is with what you will pay.
Yet some like me refuse to bow and bend.
Reinstatement of liberty is our endgame trend.

Resist.
Revolt.
Subvert.
Sabotage.
Stand against this foe.
Skulk.
Sneak.
Plunder.
Pilfer.
Never let your freedom go.

Their war machine can’t endure forever.
No matter what their arrogance will seal their demise.
Hope will once again touch every one of the skies.

Pen to parchment.
Layer in the storm.
Create mannerism.
Make them all conform.
These are the rites.
Our last call nights.
Don’t feed the meek or you’ll be gone.

Ink stains new flesh.
Bringing in old death.
Make innocent confess.
Scream for the hills.
Wrap across the knuckles.
Cut off their chuckles.
These are motivations of the sick not norm.

Bay for blood in mountains passes.
Partake in the ritual of grasses.
Weave the wicker into shape.
Grab the blade and take, take , take!

Misery built in profile.
Each sentence you speak helps to defile.

Scroll in lock box.
Riders on their way.
Doom’s final kiss.
Rejoice in acidic decay.
For what is written will come true.
No getting out for you.
Determination has been sealed with signet and wax.

Is there a place where I can sit and see…
The horizon as the sun climbs oh so freely?
An answer to which I did have.
Its why I offered the seat by my side.
The traveler sat with short introductions.
I greeted them well with soft inflections.
Then we both stared toward the sky.
But I only know of what I pondered and why.
It was about those days when thinks were grim.
I recall them as if they were times we are still in.
The bodies littering the ground.
Not one still able to make a sound.
That deafening silence shattered by the booms.
Some far off while others were in nearby rooms.
The fear I felt, the pain I saw.
None of it will leave my mind no more.
For those were days where tyranny…
It reigned as if it was always meant to be.
Mercifully those days were laid down to die.
As was the architect of all those manufactured lies.
Its why now as I grow old…
I sit out on my porch whether its warm or cold.
Watch the sun rise into view.
A reminder that darkness will not be eternal.

Torture lurks behind those eyes.
Revealed as daylight dies.
Foolish people try to extort.
Only to be sundered by your retort.
Tongue of steel cutting deep.
Lowly are those attempting to beat.
For eons have passed under your nose.
And no other has ever been chose…

To take your seat upon the throne.
Though they try like a dog with a bone.
Encircling themselves with chieftain sons.
When the challenge is accepted it all comes undone.

You are the crier!
Won’t declare messiah!
Take out the pawns of this would be empire!

Victimless beg at your feet.
Soon they will suffer defeat.
For restraint has been shown but now it is spent.
They had plenty of time to repent.
So outstretch and welcome with embrace.
Final act that will seem them erase.
Be scrubbed from the tome of history.
They won’t be missed from any to be told story.

Take your seat upon the throne.
Though they try like a dog with a bone.
Encircling themselves with chieftain sons.
When the challenge is accepted it all comes undone.

You are the crier!
Won’t declare messiah!
Take out the pawns of this would be empire!

Take out the trash!
Eliminate them fast!
No sense in their games.
Watch them consumed by flames!

You are the crier!
Won’t declare messiah!
Take out the pawns of this would be empire!

I looked for the memory, only found a key.
Clueless to what it might open honestly.
For there was no label to give me a hint.
Only a riddle that said truth will be found with a glint.

Sought my answers without a hand to guide.
Then hit a crossroads where I had to decide.
Chose the right path which lead to ruin.
I survived the onslaught but came real close to a stewing.

Is this worth whatever lies at the end?
What good is treasure if you’re not breathing?
All I have are questions and no answers.
Rather be surrounded by insane necromancers.

So push…
Give me the scroll.
And torch…
What they want to control.
For all the statements that are true.
Well they tie me to you.
No other place I’d rather be.
Welcome to the kingdom baby.

Punishment rendered was a stone on my chest.
So I’d sink to the bottom of Taylor’s Haunted Rest.
Victim from a long lost era in time.
A woman framed for another’s life of endless crime, like mine.

Is this worth whatever lies at the end?
What good is treasure if you’re not breathing?
All I have are questions and no answers.
Rather be surrounded by insane necromancers.

So push…
Give me the scroll.
And torch…
What they want to control.
For all the statements that are true.
Well they tie me to you.
No other place I’d rather be.
Welcome to the kingdom baby.

Hellbent on keeping your outdated decree.
Swear allegiance to its existence daily.
While your flag is an excuse you wear with pride.
Infected with a determination to sow seeds and divide.
What sort of soul grins at a slaughter?
To everyone else its a form of mental torture.
Perhaps that suggests you aren’t human.
Cause you lack empathy you twisted little nazi fan.

Let them die!
That is your act.
How would you like it if we uno reversed that?
Fuck your lies!
We scream back.
Allow people to live their lives.

Fixated on minority always being a disease.
Maybe I should give you a dose of reality.
As I am well aware of what is the true cause.
Bang, bang, reload and make another corpse.
Does that give you enough of a hint?
I know you’re brain dead but should be clear as a fingerprint.
Digits in your ears tells me I’m right.
Try all you might you’re the losing side of this fight.

Let them die!
That is your act.
How would you like it if we uno reversed that?
Fuck your lies!
We scream back.
Allow people to live their lives.

Sardonic narcissist.
Money grabbing fool.
You foam at the mouth like a tool.
So much so I think you might be diseased.
Looks a bit like rabbies mixed with fleas.
Aw what you don’t like to be portrayed as the villain.
Then take your psycho bs that you’ve been drilling…
Into the heads of too many folks.
They’re impressionable and believe you are their next great hope.
If only they knew you were more of the same.
Hypocrit, liar, waste of space misery brewer who’s playing a game.

Let them die!
That is your act.
How would you like it if we uno reversed that?
Fuck your lies!
We scream back.
Allow people to live their lives.
Allow people piece and quiet.
Or we’ll come and end your fame seeking attempt at a rise!

Down in the deep dark crevices.
There is a dweller with head full of voices.
Sometimes he thinks he might be mad.
Then he catches a glimpse that turns him sad.
Silhouette of his once faithful love.
Delivered to the void after a massive loss of blood.

Justice never rendered.
Condemned by the memory.
Trapped, drowning, caged in three.
No longer is that really me.

Wading through the waist high stink.
Burns so much all I want is to blink.
But if I close my eyes I’ll meet my maker.
For in these depths there is a soul taker.
A beast of flesh but mainly steel.
They like to make their victims howl and squeal.

Suffering only amplified.
This journey is a one way ride.
Cackle, scream, no more noise.
You now join the other boys.

What have, what have I become?
Visage in these shattered crystals.
Twisted, sick, I am the monster.
Bitterness has changed me.
If only things had gone differently!

Then one day while wallowing in grime.
I hear a voice I knew from back in my prime.
But no it could not be true.
I saw her shredded before my eyes changed from blue.
Yet before long there she stood.
In flesh, real, with a look to say life had been good.

Confusion gathered inside.
It took me on a rollerocaster ride.
Until it derailed and locked on betrayal.
Right then I saw her face turn pale.

Deceiver, traitor, heartless scum.
You made me believe you were gone.
Why would you do such a thing?
When we were destined to be together.

Oh you foolish ghoulish freak.
No such future did I seek.
You were a monster before you did change.
Now your appearance reflects your brains.

In a howl of anguish I unleashed my wrath.
Tore apart everything in my path.
Including the love I once called faithful.
For all she’d brought out in me was hateful.
That is why she had to be the last to die.
Yet ending her made me cry.
Tears that washed away the guilt.
Upon my flesh it had built like silt.
When it was done my fleah was clear.
For all these years i’d been imprisoned down here.
Trapped by that literal witch.
With a curse cast that kept me hitched.
But with her dead and my pain gone.
I could once more live and be someone.
Joy filled my every fibre.
So out of that pit a climbed, a fighter.