Atop a black, rocky mountain, like a demon ready to kill,
Sits the destroyer of courage, none can escape from its will.
He can visit whenever he wishes, but it seems he will only come:

From the greedy darkness arises a want,
And after the hurt one goes it go haunt.

It taught him and shaped him but he could not see,
What this want had made him to be.

They say don’t lose hope, they know not what they mean
Hope is naught but a fanciful dream.
It holds one in place like a dress-maker’s seam
Only to fall by the bloody sword’s gleam.

My first sin was long ago
It made me into what I am
And now I cannot let it go
Like a clinging shadow of all the damned

Like bags of sand it burdens me
With greater strength than all I know

The raging thunder in my eyes,
The pulsing venom I try to hide.
My terrible fury will part the skies,
None who see me will survive.
This wrath that courses through my thoughts,

As I gaze upon the sky, true beauty taunts my touch.
As I gaze upon the ground, true beauty asks so much.
As I gaze upon the sea, true beauty says to look.

My blood was crashing through my veins, I felt I would explode
My fury driving me like reins, but I could never let it show.
Heinous thoughts raced through my mind, venomous and cruel