21st Movement
The Darkness flows over me
I cannot see, I cannot breath;
But there! In the midst of all
The fogs of Death would I have died.
To have died would be a relief-
Instead I have tasted the fires of Hell,
Though even such peace would
Be better than the Curse of my lot.
I have been bitten by the Devil,
And my soul shall know no rest
2nd Movement
To have seen the Pearly Gates
And to have touched St. Peter-
All is made worse because
I have returned-I am Forsaken.
Through the windows into the chambers,
I am filled with a lust for Blood
And to make others share my Fate.
I no longer feel-I only want.
As the Blood runs down my chin
A Tear runs down my cheek.
3rd Movement
The cold night air burns my cheeks
But I feel it not, for the trail is fresh!
The Death and Madness that I follow
Leads me to Hell and salvation.
A Trail of Blood, and Tears-
A dark task I have, for I know the Fever
That consumes Its emptiness.
But there shall be no mercy.
Find the dark creature I will,
And plunge Retribution into Its heart.
Finale
I have come for your soul.
Take it, for It is no longer mine.
You would give all so easily?
I am like you-Peace is all I seek.