A whisper broke from the shadows that night, a cold illusion. As sure as I was it was born from the unknown, it resonated in my soul. The devil on my shoulder, saving schadenfreude. Perplexed yet engaged by this stranger, not since infancy had he visited me.
Apparition conductor the dark.
Prowess snuffed from me by an immoral hand, revealing a deceived existence. An awareness of futility grew, primitive ways awakened my soul.
In silence we conversed the bitterness of the sheep. The repressed benighted torrent of slaves. God of pity. So to cleanse this embellished and jaded dogma, enlighten me in dance. Macabre.
In the turn he called the chaos in my soul, the beasts live with masks you shan't be shamed.
And as the poison flowed with haste into my veins, a sacrifice I knew the courage to succumb to the reign.
Vater Ich brauch dich, warte auf mich, miene seele stirbt. Hilf mir,, Ich sterbe.
Father, my rival no more, you speak to me, I answer the call. Forever we ride the eternal night, pain is forlorn, the ego laments. Fear dies.