The Devil's Son
The power I hold
Does not satisfy
Leaving deep-seated longing
For more
And hour by hour my anger grows
My hate of those
Standing in my way
Cold hard irony
Strikes like a snake
The thing I once loved, I now loathe the most
An idealist once, but no longer
I know I've sold my soul.
And one lone man I crave to see
More than all others crumbled to dust
Beneath my feet, begging for mercy
I'd sell my soul again
To see him die by my hand
My past come back to haunt me
But tempered steel is hard to break
This battle not yet won, but know
I will never stop trying , never stop striving
For I am the devil's son.
