Eternally bound to the
Cryptic grip of death
Leaving his life behind
With nothing here
And nothing left
Staring in the mirror
He sees the face of a soulless man
Screaming out to a faceless god
He won't help you, no one can
Voices infest his thoughts
With death and disorder
Slowly falling into insanity
Feeling as there is no other
Choice but to give in
With every taken life
He only feels more fear
More dread and terror
Yet today was
A good day to slay
Manipulating his victims
With romance and riches
Illusions blind them
From the true images
Ripping flesh from bone
Until the room was bloody
Resisting the urge
To feed once again
With every taken life
He only feels more fear
More dread and terror
Yet today was
A good day to slay