He never senses my power
Misogynistic for an age
Kings, pharaohs, lords all of them
and yet I will kneel before none
He stalks a youngling
She is tender and naive to the ways
His feeble trap is no match for the non-warrior
The play will last but moments
Pathetic is the prelude
She is not my food this night
And he is not him
He is not the wave that I have felt before
For I have a pact with this race
Remove their vermin
Remove their diseased minds
This hunt is personal
He is performing for me
She will wilt in his anger
He will raise his hand in the name of a god
It is he who will bend before the terror from above
She will faint in horror...useless
His prayers will fall on deaf ears
His bones will snap in the spires above
He is but a facsimile of him
He is still out there, his heart reaches for mine
But tonight, I will dine on the heart of the diseased
This one is not him...
Misogynistic for an age
Kings, pharaohs, lords all of them
and yet I will kneel before none
He stalks a youngling
She is tender and naive to the ways
His feeble trap is no match for the non-warrior
The play will last but moments
Pathetic is the prelude
She is not my food this night
And he is not him
He is not the wave that I have felt before
For I have a pact with this race
Remove their vermin
Remove their diseased minds
This hunt is personal
He is performing for me
She will wilt in his anger
He will raise his hand in the name of a god
It is he who will bend before the terror from above
She will faint in horror...useless
His prayers will fall on deaf ears
His bones will snap in the spires above
He is but a facsimile of him
He is still out there, his heart reaches for mine
But tonight, I will dine on the heart of the diseased
This one is not him...