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
