Caked in ice-cold sweat as I wake My spectral visitor fades… His words cascade through sleepless dreams into a waking nightmare
Who was that man before me? Not man… more devil or demon… or did my eyes deceive me? Leaving my senses jarred…
My sanity scarred!
Dark thoughts exude my being Can his words go unheeded? What is so precious in this life that merits kindness or mercy?
I might be righteous fury I might be unjustified The promise of sweet oblivion at the side of the Destroyer
I am tempted And yet I am terrified Will I descend into madness? Or answer a higher calling?
Take your place Dread Messiah! Will I descend into madness or become the Dread Messiah?
In the warm dark of my cell where shadows rake at my mind… my nails tear at my flesh to let me know that I’m still here
I might be righteous fury I might be unjustified Will I descend into madness? Or answer a higher calling?
Take your place Dread Messiah! Will I descend into madness or become the Dread Messiah?
For gain For my selfish gain… Will I be vilified? Through pain, through man’s destruction… Will l be purified?
Am I the chosen one or am I the unwitting pawn? The promise of sweet oblivion at the side Abaddon
Am I the chosen one or am I the unwitting pawn? The promise of sweet oblivion at the side of the Destroyer
Who was that man before me? My spectral visitor. Can his words go unheaded? What in this life merits kindness or mercy? Unwitting pawn? I am the chosen one