To have a power, to be able to will….
Your surroundings a refuge a prison of one….
Wolf nature,Sheep nuture…..
Don’t follow me , blind leading the blind….
A pleasure a temptation, my personal thorn…
Darkness strives to conquer all…
A feast given in the great hall..
Drunks, theives, adulturous,deceived….
Just a flip in equation to believe…
The beast seeks to conquer..to provail..
So mine and your souls will burn in hell…
Look..to find…you must diligently search…
Remain on his his path till the day of the herst..
Moisture in the air , ready for his reign…
To bind up Lucifer,shackles and chains…
Yet my temptation, MY THORN….IT REMAINS……..