Born of obsessionThe masters will embodiedSpawned by seeds of blasphemyThe chosen one's conceptionFallen grace, fallen againPersecuted, hunted, ruthless and endlessMy pursuers are manyAlone, my sanctuary in miseryFallen grace, fallen againA fleeting moments passingRejections, endless torment from those that bore meFrom they that shall forsake meForlorn, beset with legions of anguishTorn apart, festering, my soulPersecuted, hunted, ruthless and endlessCould I have been their saviorNow alone, sanctuary in misery |
