I sneaked and passed through their hatch
Swirling calmly, I landed into their nest
A cage made of the finest breed of greed
Sealed my growing need of making them bleed
The sails of the windmill are now my wings
As I become the death in the horizon of Men
To soak up the poison from this defiled land
To deflower his will to perish all living things
"Those that sow the wind
Shall reap the whirlwind"
Bursts of foul black water raise to the ceiling
With a flammable smell of a putrid nature
My love has grown into the purest violence
A slow trial by fire, to purify the wickedest soul
"Those that sow the wind
Shall reap the whirlwind"
Purify me
Justify me
My love is so violent
My love is so violent
And the pile of smoke grows darker
While I feel the touch of the healing blazes
So benign is now my conscience
So free is now my kin