When he was young Glowing criminiminal And you don't stop past the horrors grown casual His inhuman decades moaned for clemency Slate-dusted lips they broke, "Give my life back to me." He had made himself into a kinder man but he could neither fabricate nor feign remorse The only antidote for the poison set to sting his blood In the hands of a Barbarian, Destroyer The Beast said no and so a little after midnight he was stopped forever with no style, no dignity All he had ever been gone slack and quiet now Gave him rendition to hands over eyes & mouth forever