Conceived within the womb
of hate
He's carefully set up our fates
Don't you realise, it
just too late!
Love or blood alone will compensate
Can you
see those eyes of fire?
Peering through Apollo's lyre
Can you
hear that echoing liar?
Whispering back with such desire
Will
no one sing his lament?
A heavenly voice with a face that Hell
sent
Shunned by all until he got sick
Not angel, genius or
phantom: but Erik!
