Standing outside your window,
You look out across the town...
I'm the covenmaster,
come out and play...
The floor is wet with tears of sorrow
thoughts of darkness twist her mind...
What shall happen ?
What shall become...
You see me as i am
and nothing more...
Through a paintbrush, a story is told
With each stroke and each touch...
Flames and shadow
Agony and sorrow...
I'm losing my mind
And my face...
Silver glints in golden mist
upon the wings of pixies wisps...
Sleep speaks that single red black eye
as it gazes upon the millions who die...
I close my eyes
and let my imagination wonder...
I'm a creature of the night.
The shadow in the dark alley...