Silent Inferno

Dawn Golden

Atop the hill, facing the nightfall 
 Birds of ill omen are sending me scorn 
 My heart has stopped aching 
 Like a skull in a coffin my soul is resting within 
 Unborn ... 

 In his kingdom of thorns I am one with his horns 
 Run, baby, run - I am Satans son 
 For me all love is dead 
 And the tears that I shed ... 
 Wasted seeds of despair I no longer care 

 Insane misanthropy is striking my mind 
 Malicious contempt for all mankind 
 Murder and suffering I evoke 
 Gory like a berserk and as steady as an oak 

 I walk my path in silence 
 Crossing pain and violence 
 Beholding you without a sound 
 Man, a tool of evil unbound