You roamed the Land Of Those Whom I Knew Not
And into which I ventured unaware.
I was, in your Hell of Sin and guises,
Blind to the Darkness I knew not was there.
Too late I screamed for help, too late I looked behind
Too late I saw with mine own eyes your Truth.
My cursed eyes had shut to the hostility,
Vehemence and hatred of your youth.
The Pain you made me feel, I'll make you feel it too
I'll stab you in the back the way you did to me.
Your eyes, your hair, your body all were beautiful,
But in your soul lay a Deformity.
I shall not pass into your world of grief
Without a Guardian to enter too.
I shall not pass before you anymore,
For there is something of the Devil about you.
