The desire to conform has left many with strife
Cacophony dilemma, dark reflections of life
I journey for the tormentor, who can cause most pain
My obsession with brutality emotional healing in vain
I have found the tormentor in the grave of diversity
He speaks wisely of black magic and blood pride mercilessly
Take me to my Coffin
Bury me alive
Suffer starvation
Alone I will die
Branches break underfoot, the great hunter is made
Though only few lie and wait the ignorant evade
Color means nothing it is the way of the wild
I've been shedding the skin of acceptance since I was just a child
I have found the tormentor in the face of adversity
The mirror scratched and bruised
Nothing could shine as bright or as violently as the morningstar
Take me to my Coffin
Bury me in mud
As I become one with the earth
You will feast on your own blood
I can hear his voice, a whisper divine
It takes no form, but twisted shadows
Playing tricks on my mind