The fairy tale I believed in had died,
I cannot rejoice, caged by society and sorrow,
The foggy night, shall you let the moonlight touch me?
Look at me.
Look into my eyes.
Behind these iron bars,
I was born, a child of failed union,
A child of malice and rage,
Pray to whatever God you may,
I shall bring justice
Under the tutelage of the faceless god.
I shall destroy all that deserve death,
Before they destroy all those who deserve life.
I shall bear the burden of sin,
So promise me, shall you live?
Promise me this, and I will gladly live with this nameless monster of mine.
My ears ring with the voices of the ******,
Calling out to me to end their lives.
I cannot remember the melody of that day,
When we danced together in sunlit day,
Now the rain shall never cease to fall.
I cannot see anything beyond my perverted notions anymore.
Let the sky rain down upon me black acid rain,
Let the air be filled with miasma thick.
I am a being of rage and hate,
Of fear and avarice,
With the blades with which I killed,
The God of my innocence,
Today I shall punish all those who are guilty.
Accepting the unerasable scars on my body,
Let us ravage the false gods of this world, O nameless monster of mine.
Ah.
This skill, these prayers.
I am the God of unrelenting justice and damnation.

Abraham took Isaac's hand and led him to the lonesome hill.
The hill which stood solemn and ominously, with vultures and coyotes keeping guard,
While his daughter hid and watched,
She dare not breathe, she was so still.
Just as an angel cried for the slaughter,
Abraham's daughter raised her voice,
"How can thee father of mine, spill thy blood?
Doth thee forget the fate of Cain?
Why this blind faith in an absent God?"
The angel hearing this, unfurled his wings, and took out his angel blade,
And asked her what her name was,
She said unfazed, "I have none."
Then he asked, "How can this be?
For you are thy name, just as the Lord is who he is,
It is the fate of all mankind to be limited by the confines of their names"
"My father never gave me one."
In divine rage, the angel cried,
"Insolence, Heresy, Sin. Today Abraham the heavenly host leaves thee,
Lest thy daughter mend her fault,
Both thee and thy son shall fall"
Seeing all mankind raised for slaughter,
The daughter stole the angel's blade,
"If that is what thee wants,
I shall erase myself from time itself,
Yet today paradise is lost,
Remember carefully the words of the Daughter of Eve"
And so history forgets her name,
Much as sense wins over faith.
Is that what you planned,
O God of Rage, ruling over a land of hate?

I stand at crossroads, I am sure of that.
Surrounds me a lush green meadow, perhaps The Garden Of Eden on a better day,
But for today, a grey sky looms over me, the clouds ashen and grey.
Rain falls mercilessly, trampling the land, attempting to deluge all in its way.
I remember this land. It was once my realm, my universe.
But no more, it is now a savage and broken world,
one which tries to grab onto my essence in an attempt to recover.
But I know that this realm, the reflection of my heart, is beyond all help.
I wonder, though I know the answer, who is responsible?
And then I see you. Nervously, I dare not meet your eyes; dare not call out to you,
Lest you disappear, fading away again.
How is this possible? I wonder, gazing at you by the corner of my eye.
How can it be that the Prince of stories, the master of dreams, fall so low?
How can a mortal, no matter how divine, ensnare the heart of an evil eternal?
I suspect Desire’s sweet hand, perhaps the arrows of Cupid, but I let it pass.
Never before have I felt such a sweet pain, such a pleasing torment.
You, who draws me close, like a siren’s call, are the one from whom I must run away.
For every second with you is heaven, a visit to Delirium’s realm,
but sadly, each moment with you, makes me mortal as well.
Each second away from you, I grow stronger, yet a part of me wonders.
What joy does power hold for me, which I cannot find in your sweet voice?
What happiness would I find even in eternity, which I cannot share with your twinkling amber eyes?
But I know the laws, the ancient treaties.
No matter how strong my feelings, they should never reach you.
I am the lord of dreams, and I know I never appear in yours.
Sadly, our worlds do not meet. Even if they did,
I am but a trespasser.
So as I watch my realm dissolve, as I see it fade into yours,
I swear on the First Circle, the sphere of dreams, on the hanging Sword and Shield,
That I shall always be here for you.
Like following a shining thread time flows on its course.
Your smile holds the warmth which melts my heart.
Like a faint dream, beautiful in its wake, I shall always treasure it.
Though our paths will not merge, our destinies are intertwined.
I can only walk through your time, being a protective shadow,
Even if fate, blowing blindly, estranges us, I shall still be there for you.
Like the earth yearning for the sky, I yearn for you, realizing that we must never meet.
While I wander, like an aimless sparkle, a fleeting illusion,
Even if the darkness takes hold of the light, and my past catches up with me.
I will be there for you, a dream lord captive to you.

The cities of man are filled with senselessly cruel and harsh words,
Never more, that voice which was hushed and washed away,
Transgressed and mutiliated, given no rights of its own.
A brutality of the past taking form in the pages of modern day.
The streets were grounds for carnage and blood,
Unheld rage and lust were predator,
Never more, that voice was hushed and washed away,
In memory of your spirit, we take this pledge.
It's time to say goodbye to this casual everyday life,
Our days of sunshine were lost in the wake of dark brutality.
This drizzling fog hides the sun and steals the light.
I was lost, with nothing left to believe in, but.
In the wake of darkness, I cannot forsake the light.
Never more, no matter how dark the days get,
I know the ones who keep the light alive are not alone.
I'll find it, the most precious thing I lost.
Never more, it's as if I can hear your voice - it's guiding me.
Its forcing me to forsake the monster I once was.
Yet how can I forgot all the blood I bathed in?
The burden of my sins is greater than I could have borne alone.
I used to believe in foolish ideals when I was young,
but before I knew it I'd forgotten those most important words.
I searched and sought all through this restless world,
and at last I found them in the depths of my heart.
If I keep riding the tides of my life and time,
I feel like we shall never meet again.
Although I assure you, even amid all the confusion, if you'll call out to me, I'll pay you heed,
I'll believe in your smile and the bonds between us. Never more, no matter how far, your heart will reach me.
These travels of mine, their only destination may be endless sleep.
Grant me this wish, I ask you, grant me a corner in your memory,
I'll be there. I'll believe in you and start walking.
Toward the beat of your heart, and the warm glow of your smile.
I shall never forget the stain of our days together.
Never more; no matter how dark it gets, I know I'm not alone.
I'll find it, the most precious thing I lost.
Never more, it's as if I can hear your voice - it's guiding me.
Even now I still remember
The night when I touched you, still
A beautiful memory
I'll always remember

I am the child of faceless night,
Born of a union of mere flesh.
I am the bane of garish light,
Born to voice a thousand cries.

As the tyrannical sun sets,
As the benevolent darkness takes over,
I lend my ears to pleas of the mute,
My footsteps swift and my movements light.

Cloaked by deception, myth and legend,
I am the faceless God of Death.
Hidden by lies, tales and fables,
I am the bearer of infinite names.

In times of Eclipse, when order falls,
When the avarice of a few prey on other lives,
When Justice, the blind, mute and dumb wretch turns away it eyes,
I don my mask, the son of chaos and fear.

Although bards pen my tale as one of a hero's,
I suffer no delusions, I know I am a psychopath.
I am not a part of God's great plan,
I am not an instrument of his divine will.I am the mere manifestation of human rage,
Softened by the plight of my kin.
All I know is that some men deserve to die,
And much like Him, in whose image I was made,I feel powerful with each life I take.
The thrill as my knife bleeds out the life in them,
The rush which courses through my body as I remove these social tumors,
Is far greater than the soft caress of lust.

Thus, I'd **** only to stay alive.

I know not whether you came to me or I to you.
Perhaps it was the former,
for goddesses may descend on earth,
but a shadow can never reach the stars.
Not whether it was a dream, asleep or awake.
Perhaps it was both, a special dream,
unrestrained by the bonds of sleep,
So pure, so powerful, that it spilled into the realms of reality.
I am lost in the darkness of a downcast heart.
Forever alone, never lonely.
A life much like a solitary desert,
with sands shifting in union with the sands of time.
Dream or reality. Let it be decided tonight,
Midst the sweet fragrance of your skin,
and the honeyed tastes of your lips.
Let the dark passions of this night take over.
As we weave forbidden magic...
But for now, I am scarcely mortal.
But for now, you are surely a goddess.
Perhaps you are to me, like a flame to a moth,
But it matters little to me, if I'm burnt in your embrace.

I find innocuous corners in the unfathomable depths of humanity.
Then I weave a silken web of lies against the tapestries of fate.
The longer the web takes, the more fabulous its construction, peppered both with illusions and realities.
For the greatest illusion is the one most rooted in truth.
I have no need to chase; my patience is as consummate a force as any;
I wait for my prey to come to me on their own,
And then I ensnare them, injecting them with venom,
Rendering them unable to escape.
The web is an extension to my soul. To my spirit.
It is me, and my weapon.
Its substance is known to me.
My webs are lies mixed with truths, despair colored with hope.
They are a crawling infinity of colors,
An eternal tribute to orderly and savage chaos.
Each strand, which links me to my prey and my predators,
Each one resonates under the steps of the dancing mad god,
Vibrating and sending little echoes of bravery or cowardice,
Satiation or hunger,
Destruction or architecture,
Blabber or argument,
Each strand carries my reaction to everyone who is connected to me.
Every intention, interaction, motivation that I have been plagued with,
Every color, everybody, every action and reaction that I have endured,
Every piece of physical reality and the thoughts that it engendered,
Every connection made, every nuanced moment of history and potentiality,
Every possible thing that ever was, ever is and ever will be with regard to me,
Woven into that limitless, sprawling web.
It is without beginning or end.
It is complex to a degree that humbles the mind.
It is not a weapon.
It is a trap.
A trap, one to which I fall every single time.
Infinitely bitten, never shy.
I can renounce the world again.
I can turn away once more.
But it never lasts.
The web is too spread out.
There are other spiders on it,
Spiders, which have tethered me to this plane of reality,
With their own silken threads.
It is too late.
Too late to draw the strings close.
It is too late.
Too late to destroy my prison, too late to destroy my weapon.
Too late for everything.