The desire to conform has left many with strife Cacophony dilemma, dark reflections of life I journey for the tormentor, who can cause most pain My obsession with brutality emotional healing in vain I have found the tormentor in the grave of diversity He speaks wisely of black magic and blood pride mercilessly Take me to my Coffin Bury me alive Suffer starvation Alone I will die Branches break underfoot, the great hunter is made Though only few lie and wait the ignorant evade Color means nothing it is the way of the wild I've been shedding the skin of acceptance since I was just a child I have found the tormentor in the face of adversity The mirror scratched and bruised Nothing could shine as bright or as violently as the morningstar Take me to my Coffin Bury me in mud As I become one with the earth You will feast on your own blood I can hear his voice, a whisper divine It takes no form, but twisted shadows Playing tricks on my mind