The beast has returned
With a taste for blood like no other
My soul has succumbed to the devils liquor
And it tastes good

No inhibitions left for the trail behind
As my voice fans the fire of a fool and his gold
The weak shall not worry and the strong bemuse at my
Sadness and sorrow
With my head bowed I walk away
Broken yet again from the nectars wish
In my search for the freedom these chains do desire

Yet still I thirst
Yet still I want
I cannot hide from these wishes that crave my desire for freedom
Oh freedom
Sweet sweet freedom
How I crave thee
Leave me alone so I may live my life in a peace like all others

The beast has returned