A small boy lost within himself Confined to his home and sought by doom Death has taken what he loves. He is alone. He is alone. He delves within himself learning his own raw power: Miraculous gifts rewarded by rare religious insight as the boy grew The dark side of himself emerged, practicing every form of depravity Vile acts lead to isolation [2x] He is alone, he is alone... Capable of healing the sick and reading thoughts, he can sense fear, he knows who you are With an apathetic word he can control you too By candlelight demoralization grew Saintly power corrupt by wretched intent [2x] I had the misfortune to stumble across this man A dark hooded figure, giving the essence of expiry With a twisted finger pointed at my heart, he raised his head And spoke to me.... I am death This is the end.