Dead Skin Mask
Dance with the dead in my dreams
Listen to their hallowed screams
The dead have taken my soul
Temptation's lost all control
-Dead skin mask, Slayer.
Our eyes are down, the bright living glitter hidden in the eyesockets of a grave cold death's head.
White covers our traitorous tongues, purity masking the words that will soon spill as we blaspheme against life itself.
False skin shields us, as the dead fabric shields us from the death we masquarade.
We wear death, yet we fear it above all.
Mask expression, we are but statues, dancing dolls for our master.
Mask love, we can have no weakness, iron warriors for our overseer.
Mask hate, we are naught but weapons, killing forever for our lord.
But we hide our faces behind one of the dead, and we fear.
All are equal behind the mask.
All are worthy behind the mask.
All are loyal behind the mask.
When the Dark Mark burns.
The title and lyrics belong to Slayer and the ideas to JKR.
Skull Bearer.
