My minds a battles scar, no means of perfection
Mental doubts ressurection, fighting my dreams
This lights it seems, bent the shroud
of horrifying darkness on top of devils bridge
As the meddling sight hid from the eyes of sin
Define a line of spoken things
Obliged to do certain thing bring about madness
I fight to my duece moons, filleting rapid
I tap unton the force of my will
shatter the demons laugher forever
after the darkness rising, lying still
the abyss that finds brightness
in a frozen Chill
Of a dark loathed thrill