The Heretic This darkest hour has now come to pass A countless string of endless nights, bring on a hollow pain I can’t describe My reality lies before me, like a shattered dream My gift... An unholy curse? Perhaps... Misunderstood, but never misused No kind words for me, only the distant sounds of an angry mob Feeble of mind...they cling tight to archaic doctrines of Christianity A crucible of hate, cold black eyes stare Empty- Void of all human compassion, now foreshadowing my dismal fate
Who’s to speak justice out of the darkness? Hell is painful and hell is here
Ignorance leads you, fear is what feeds you What’s your sentence? A crying shame
You witness your level when you speak of the devil In your scared face grins the antichrist
Be to enfold you, don’t do what they told you Let them live, don’t deny God’s choice
I forgive...
Accused and condemned I bear not the mark of the beast Yes...I forgive...For they stumble even in the light of day
There’s no penance for blasphemy For they hate and destroy what they can truly love My life now hangs in the balance, like an ice-sickle in the burning sun I begged them for mercy and they showed me none
My last gaze now set on the eternal gates of hell Only to be purified by: These Words, The Flames and My Convictions