Running through the fire,

With every step,

I tire,

And begin to slow…

White flesh peels away,

I see myself,

Almost everyday,

In the mirror…

My eyes as red as blood,

All the bodies fall,

A dull thud,

And I find peace.

It runs behind my face,

Burning streams,

That I embrace,

And insanity awaits.

Who am I to stop it?

I who love what I hate?

Here I now sit,

Blood and fire on my mind.

I devour their suffering,

Like dishes of caviar,

In the end there is nothing,

And I feel my heart begin to hurt.

What a useless thing,

This organ that beats,

Only pain does it bring,

I wish to rip it out.

Dragonslayers,

Strategos,

They're faces are but fog,

In the ever growing smoke,

Of the fire on the log.

Burn, Burn, Burn,

Inside and out,

Burn, Burn, Burn,

Death to the devout!

Death to all you lovers,

Death to all you fighers,

Death to everything,

So I may be in peace.

Alone,

On my own,

I hear the cry,

Of my heart.