Dreamlore Degenerate For thou sweepst me in thy robe of guilt with garments forged in spiteful steel No tainted pride shall make convinction cease None shall be unto thee proven worthy of thy outmost fear Let alone the silent longing instict shun the one you dear As the hunter boldly stalks his prey intoxicated Convinction reigns where truth might sway intimidated Silence the bore Shun the ones you dear The hunt is over so the feast begins What feast is enduring when all is said and done Everchange of heart The hunter's reason fail The hunter is treason The hunt is over so the feast begins Why search for endurance when all is said and done? |