Who am "I"
As if a personality is a singularity
Am I the Pierot walking the tightrope
Am I the Ghoul eating dead memory
Am I the Well waiting to be fulfilled

The Pierot wears a lovely mask that smiles
But under it he is afraid of falling
The abyss below is one that falls for miles
But when he walks or falls he is alone

The Ghoul haunts the graveyard and battlefields
Knawing at dry skeletal memories
Trying to swallow emptiness that will not yield
As time passes by in a field of headstones

The Well has been polluted for many years
By wishes and secret desires thrown in
All their secrets and wishes ****** onto its ears
It is fullfilled by desires that are not its own

Who am "I"
As if I could find a singularity
As if the Pierot was all
As if the Ghoul wasn't starving
As if the Well wouldn't poison my thoughts

The boy enters into the dark Cathedral
An ***** plays a melancholic nocturne
Calling up from the dark depths tendrils
The boys chest pulls and stomach churns
Down the dark church hallways he is pulled
Out an ornate door to a sepia  courtyard
In the center there stands a stone Bull
It creeks and crumbles as he enters the yard

"Let the first trial begin"

The beast it charges rippling with strength
The boy can hardly dodge it's advances
He quickly tires as his power fails at length
He succumbs to it as they take their stances
The Bull runs the boy through his back
Feeling the horn's vile splendorous horror
The boy is newly awakened by the attack
He falls forward to mourn in revel in gore
"The first trial now ends"
The Bulls lust now satisfied returns to sleep
The boy now reborn rises to his sore feet

You can hate me all you want
You can curse my very name
You can spit venom in my eyes
But it won't change a thing

You can scream and cry and taunt
You can yell I'm not the same
You can spread your little lies
But you can't change a thing

I've left you broken
I've left you alone
Words left unspoken
I've been so cold
There's no turning back now
Now I've gone to far
I'll leave you in pieces
To find who you are

You can say it's all my fault
You can say you're not to blame
You can weave all your little webs
But it doesn't change a thing

I've left you broken
I've left you alone
Words left unspoken
I've been so cold
There's no turning back now
Now I've gone to far
I'll leave you in pieces
To find who you are

I can hate you all I want
I can say I'm not to blame
I can spit venom in your eyes
But I can't change a thing

You've been left broken
Who left you alone
Words we left unspoken
I was so cold
There's no turning back now
Now we've gone to far
I'll leave you in pieces
To find who you are

One final question
Before I let go
When I said it was easy
Did it hurt you to know
That I was so cold

Witch of Inferno
Lays dormant in her tomb
Sealed in the impregnable womb
Wrapped in the veils of the Cocoon
To escape the fluttering of small wings
The keepers of souls and lost things
Queen of the night her left eye is the moon
With it she cast this enchantment to hide
The Shadow inside
Child of the stars it's eyes are the world
The Light shone
With it he played this prayer alone
King of the day his right eye is the sun
The givers of souls and secret things
To dance the whispering of slithering
Wrapped in the coils of the scaled ones
Revealed on the shimmering lake
The blessings of being awake
Saint of Paradiso