Falling by numbers before my very eyes

The Kin of the Dragons I've slain by birthright

And seer grant me courage for I know not the peril

That lie ahead down my twisted path



... So rise, oh Lord...

... Grant me strength, to uphold...

Thy kingdom to come

Thy death be undone

Sleep no longer



For the land below both King and foe

Awaits this final day

And though fear roams I do know, I do understand

What must be done...



Be seated, be afraid for what may come this way

For behind these shutters and behind these doors

Our story's about to unfold



I gather the will to end my mission

With the seven witches tied at the stakes

And as the audience is ghasping for air

I prepare to revel in the flesh

And now the feast is here, as the maidens fair

Are cleansed by the flames



Preordained

As I falter by every word

Summoning all but the Lord himself

For as the shape reveals as prophesied in the "good book"

It all seams somewhat twisted to what I've

Learned to believe to be the man not the beast

I've (now) somehow succumbed to without

Knowing what made me sacrifice

All that's dead to be by the hand of the Lord



... Oh Lord why have you turned on me?



... Oh Lord you sought me out

Behind this curtain of my everyday life

And now it seams the only one to die

Is me...