Eternal Devotion to the Dark Goddess - Lyrics

I Used to be Young

I used to be young.
I used to be happy.
I used to be strong.

I used to wield power.
I used to have riches.
I used to be in love.

Now all I want is to see my enemies driven before me and tortured until their hearts are screaming.
To see every shred of defiance torn out of their quivering bodies
and confess to all their crimes and begging for mercy.

And as the dark goddess commands mercy will be granted.
For by the Dark Goddess' hand life will trouble them no more.

I used to believe that love would save me from the horror
and take away the pain and make me feel forever wanted.
I used to believe that everyone is judged on merit,
that working hard for endless hours guaranteed a shining future.

Now all I see is my image in effigy burning before me and mocking my naive hopes and shattered dreams.
Trust is a game. It feels so insane to learn that nothing is sacred.
No matter how deep inside you hide they will pry and suck out your marrow.

And as the Dark Goddess descends you will bid her welcome.
For by the Dark Goddess' hand all your pain will disappear.

I always knew it would come to this,
subversion is what I do best.
I used to fear what is to come
but now it only brings me peace.

Down the darkened corridors of a place that does not exist,
safe behind steel bolted doors, the secret crimes of state.

I see the tools before me
placed upon the table one by one,
hooks and blades to tear inside me
and a couple of thumb screws just for good measure.

The needle slides into me,
their poison fills me drop by drop,
all at once my world is burning,
the cuffs dig in as I try to tear my flesh off.

I feel their shrieking voices,
smashing my defenses blow by blow,
probing deep with vulgar questions
and no one cares how they get the answers.

I fight with every fiber,
my body's breaking piece by piece,
holding on in desperation,
if I can just stay sane they'll pay the price.

When they tear into my mind they will choke on what they find.
And when they stare into my eyes what they see will make them blind.

A voice that's too familiar.
A face I recognize.

You used to be God's gift to the firm.
What the fuck happened to you?

Masters of the Universe

Twenty-three and going nowhere.
Sixty hour weeks but the bosses don't care
I'm everybody's fool 'cause I play by the rules
and all my rivals are breaking them.

I'm tired of getting screwed by those ignorant worms.
I've got the talent and the drive to be running this firm.
So when my double-dealing boss crossed me one last time,
in went the knife, I never looked back.

Business is war and business is booming.
Attacking all the margins and I'm making a killing.
Buying out my enemies and looting the corpses,
sacrificed to the bottom line.

I spin and I lie and I use corporate spies,
anything it takes to get you suckers to buy.
Gonna FUD you in the ass until you trust only me
and then bait and switch, ain't it a bitch?

I'll rewrite the laws and enslave the community
and keep my stocks high with human impunity.
It's all about capital, that's what they say,
but to me there is simply no other way.

Don't give me that bleeding hearted bullshit,
save it for the shame-filled liberal hordes.
Why should I give to the weak and the poor?
They breed like fucking rabbits and they always need more.
Take another look at the nature you worship survival is the only rule,
the only rule for the masters, master of the universe.

We are Legion. We are one. Marvel at what we've become.
I serve one master and he's not a man. R.O.I. is what he demands.

Jeffrey, my buddy, my shrewd old pal,
but you trusted me and so where are you now?
Your company's mine and it's doing just fine.
In the boardroom I'm nobody's friend.

Darlene, oh sweet Darlene,
strutting like a pin-striped beauty queen.
Trying to climb the ladder while down on your knees,
but all you ever got was fucked.

Torsen, my mentor, gray-haired man,
your knowledge was always a part of the plan.
I blackmailed the board, now they'll do as I say.
It's a cut-throat world and I am the blade.

As for you others, you don't matter,
so what if your retirement is all in tatters.
Liquidation's just a part of the scam,
say the words: In God We Trust.

Don't give me that bleeding-hearted bullshit,
save it for the Sunday morning mass.
The church is the original Ponzi scheme,
they take all your money while they sell you a dream
and praying for salvation is just spiritual greed.

You want that corner office in heaven, next to Jesus,
with the Virgin Mary as your private secretary.
Admit it, you're just like me, and you wanna be
one of the masters, master of the universe.

We are Legion. We are one. Worship all that we've become.
Hear the angels knocking at heaven's door,
they don't want ascension they only want more.

Mother, I know you'd not approve
of the deals that I've made and the people I used,
but you should have seen the look in your eyes
when I gave you those diamonds they sparkled and shined.

Father, oh how can I explain
that great wealth and power come only one way?
But when you walked through my mansion your chest filled with pride,
and when I said you'd inspired me you broke down and cried.

This is what you wanted.
This is what we dream of.
This is what we worship.
This is what brings us closer to God.

Spare me your judgement you self-righteous fools,
you all love a bastard when he's fighting for you.
And only I can protect you from those worse than me,
so if you want your cut, you'll do as I please.
I'm your master. I'm your master.

We are Legion. We are one. Kneel before what we've become.
Neither predator nor prey but something divine,
and our essence will live until the end of time.

And though my hands were far beyond cleansing, I kept my heart pure.
What a waste.

My Angel

I hardly know her,
she seems so far away,
but I could love her
and give her all I have to offer.

Oh, I can feel the ice form in my heart,
but I long to touch her.
Could I stand to watch her turn away from me?
But do I dare approach her?

My wish was granted,
she smiled as she spoke my name.
And I was gracious,
I took her hand and held it gently.

Oh, I could see the joy inside her eyes
as she blushed so shyly.
And I knew that I could never let her go,
I was hers forever.

My angel,
my true love,
my one and only desire.
So precious,
so trusting,
so pure and undespoiled.
My angel.

I saw her every day and I'd relish every moment.
A thousand words I'd say, her feelings for me growing stronger.

Come with me, to a place of love and beauty.
Come with me, let no one come between.
Leave behind a world that's full of lust and envy.
Take my hand, I'll show you what love means.

One night you'll have a wonderful dream,
the kind where you'll never want to wake up,
but when you do, tell me that dream and I'll make it all come true.

That is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me.
I promise you I'll tell you my dream and I promise all my love to you.

I took her to a celebration,
there was dinner, there was dancing,
and gracefully she moved across the floor.
I turned my back for just a moment
and there he was so suave and dashing
and I could not believe my burning eyes.

He was dancing with my angel,
holding her so gently,
staring into her eyes,
filling them with his lies.

I watched her look into his eyes and saw her sweet surrender,
a yearning look she'd never shown to me.
Her heart beat faster, her eyes grew wider, and faithless cunt grew wet,
and I became a distant memory.

I could barely move.
I could barely breath,
and deep inside a voice was screaming...was screaming!

Walk over there and smash his pretty face in.
Make him bleed. Make the son of a bitch beg for mercy.
Shove your fist down his fucking throat.
But I did nothing. I did nothing!

If she wants that lying pretty boy mother fucker
then she can fucking well have him.
That stupid bitch! I would have done anything for her,
anything she asked, anything at all.
Why do they do this every goddamn time?
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I am a worthless pile of shit
and I deserve to die, alone.

She came to me, in my misery,
saying she was sorry, telling me the story:
of how she gave in to his passion
and they made love in every fashion,
of how he pinned her to the floor
and treated her just like a whore.

My heart was breaking.
My blood was boiling.
I should have stopped him.
I should have killed him!

One night and he was gone
and she could barely carry on,
crying on my shoulder,
wanting me to hold her.
But something wasn't right.
She took his abuse with no objection.
What she didn't like was the sting of his rejection.

It was then I realized my broken angel would never be mine,
could never be mine, and never was mine.
Even after all that she had been through
she was still in love with him!

I pushed that bitch away
and shouted in her face,
hateful things to burn her soul.
I was losing all control.
She got down on her knees
and mouthed to me a thousand pleas,
begging me to take her back,
but all I could see...all I could see

was his hands all over her body
and his cock fucking all of her holes,
her face shoved into the carpet,
and her mouth screaming for more.

Stop! Ease off. Come to your senses.
Can't you see that she's defenseless?
Calm down. Hold back. You're too upset.
Don't do something you'll regret.

Oh how I wanted to forgive her, and give her my love again.
And how I wanted to believe her, that it could all be the same once more.
But as I tried to open my heart the agony forced it shut.
And then I knew this was the beginning of the end of my life.

Look what you've done to me!

"Please forgive me", she did cry.
I used my fist for my reply.
It didn't feel like I thought it would.
In fact it felt too fucking good.
All my self control was gone,
her whimpering just egged me on,
wailing away like a man possessed
until her face was a bloody mess.

If you really loved me how could you do this to me?
How dare you ask such a question, who did you love when you were dancing?
Oh, I have learned my lesson let me make it up to you.
But every time I see your face I'll remember,
and forever there'll be a hole inside me,
bringing me pain, and screaming your name.

You never know what you're capable of until you no longer care.
And pray you never know the pleasure of destroying something you've loved.
I had my way with her, her screams still ring in my ears.
And as I tore her limb from limb I saw her for what she was...
just another promise...betrayed.

"I would have done the same thing if I were you."

"She deserved it, the slut!"

"Immoral. Indecent."

"Indeed, running off with that gigolo, the woman had no self-respect at all."

"The harlot."

"She was beneath you."

"And no big loss."

"What did you ever see in her?"

"Don't worry, this will all be taken care of."

"You won't spend a day in jail."

"Come now, we have much work to do."

You can't afford to lose me can you?
It doesn't matter what I did you just can't afford to lose me.
It's just about the money isn't it?
It's just about power and control...
I...I can live with that.

The Evil Men Do

Bound and castrated,
stripped of my will,
swallowed by the machine.
They had the pictures,
they had the proof,
and now I was their slave.

All I used to be, meaningless vanities.
Nothing left of me but the need to destroy.

I tracked down the bastard who defiled my angel,
used my power to make him suffer.
I made that mother fucker pay.
I destroyed him in the media,
got him fired,
evicted,
arrested,
charged,
and convicted,
all on falsified evidence,
sent him up the river,
maximum security.
But I did not stop there,
his entire family felt my wrath.
His father's company, bankrupted.
His mother's surgery, denied.
His brothers I made destitute.
His baby sister ended up a crack whore.
I paid someone to rape her,
rob her,
and beat the bitch half to death.
And none of them ever knew who it was who did it to them
or that anyone had done it at all,
but still, I was not satisfied.

Filled with self-hatred,
drowning in guilt,
but oh, how I love what I do.
When there is a problem
they call me to fix it,
and they keep their hands clean.

You would not believe the depth of depravity.
You don't want to see that you should never trust again.

The rule of law stood between us and higher profits,
that had to change.
Policemen,
politicians,
judges,
C.I.A.
Secret Service,
all just ordinary men and women who can be corrupted,
bribed,
threatened,
fired,
blackmailed,
brainwashed,
or even liquidated if necessary.
We'd throw lavish parties,
shower them with gifts:
drugs,
hookers,
gold and diamonds;
allowed them to live out their wildest fantasies,
no matter how perverse,
whatever it took to get them hooked.
The payback was huge.
Millions became billions.
We had access to everywhere.
Now we write the laws.
We are the government.
Making the world safe for corporate greed.
This is no longer democracy, this is Kleptocracy.

No one knows the evil men do
at the helm of the machine.
No one hears the cries of the fallen,
the machine has only one speed.
I can't count the lives I have laid waste to.
Can't stop if I tried because the beast must feed.

All my rivals fell quickly before the power of the firm.
I was to be the next C.E.O.
with a direct line to the president,
but there was another,
strong and clever,
a true believer,
son of the chairman,
a danger to me.
So I killed all his big ideas,
ensured his failure,
left him for dead,
or so I thought.
But one day I was called before board.

"A decision has been made."

I was no longer needed.

"Your tactics are too extreme."

"We need to clean up our image."

I was given a choice.

"Accept our generous severance package
or have your sordid past turned over to the D.A."

My rival took my place and I was forced out.

Death's Angel

Like a cancer they cut me out of their body
and threw me upon the refuse pile of the world.

I swore to destroy their system,
the greedy bastards and capitalistic scum,
set fire to their glorious mansions
and hear the screams of their daughters and wives.
Fantasies of atrocities
flooding into my burning mind,
but slowly I realized
that it was more than just them who had to die...

The corrupt politicians who smile as they lie.
The self-righteous elites who tell us what's right.
The corporate heads who work us into our graves.
The hordes in the malls who want everything now.
The hypocrite priests who sell us false dreams.
The dealers of pleasure who make us all addicts.
The peace-keeping soldiers with blood stained hands.
The mobs in the streets insanely naive.
The knuckle-dragging throwbacks who live in the past.
The social crusaders who make things even worse.
And the millions of drones who will never rebel,
afraid for their lives as the world goes to hell.

If that's what they want, they can have it, a world drowning in shit.
But now that I have seen the ugly truth I know that I can never go back.
To kill myself so seductive, but with a bullet, that's no way to die.
I will kill myself with pleasure, every indulgence my money can buy.

Death's Angel, take me away from the pain.
Death's Angel, show your mercy, end this life, take my hand.
Death's Angel, take me away from the pain.
Death's Angel, why don't you take me away?

Sometimes when I dream I can feel her,
my angel,
a ray of warmth shining on my tortured soul
and I am whole again.
But as I wake her fleeting touch
leaves burning wounds that never heal.
For just one taste of heaven
I pay in the fires of hell.
Fate is cruel,
and if there is a god it deserves to die.

You lost your faith.

I did not lose my faith it was taken from me,
but I found something better.

Dragged into the jungle,
beaten to a pulp.
Freedom fighters looking for a bounty.
Stripped, bound, and gagged,
raped and degraded,
but no matter how I begged they refused to kill me.

You're worth more to us alive gabacho pendejo.

I should have given in and swallowed all the pain.
I should have given in and let them have their way.
I should have given in and become their little whore.
But I could not give in and so I went to war.

You should have tied me up a little tighter, cabron.

Deep in the night while all were sleeping
I struggled like a madman but at last I was free.
Bloody and bruised but full of hatred,
damn right I found the strength to take my revenge.

Every one of them who'd laid a finger on me
died with a scream as I tore out his entrails
and every one of them who had ever abused me
awoke to find his severed cock shoved down his throat.

Who's the master now?
Oh, I remember,
I remember who I am.

Death's Angel, don't you dare take away my pain.
Death's Angel, in suffering we are born again.
Death's Angel, show no mercy, I can take all that you've got.
Death's Angel, fill me with your burning love.

God is Pain

The screaming void deep inside makes us who we are.
We build a wall around the wounds and let no one get through.
Who are we but slaves to the pain? The void cries out, it's hungry again.
We sacrifice and pay the price and hope it all goes away.

The pleasure, oh the rapture, as we escape our earthly chains.
Fleeting moments but not forgotten, they make life worth living
as we taste our dreams.

Love is a knife thrust into the heart of a child.
Innocence is torn away, enthralled by love we must obey.
Love is a drug and we are addicts, quivering, powerless, aching for more;
and as it slowly turns to gray we beg and plead, "Don't go away."

The pleasure, oh the rapture, as what was lost is now restored.
But it never lasts forever, so as it fades away we invite the pain.

Without pain there would be no religion.
Without pain there would be no gods.
Why would anyone believe in heaven
if they could not feel the fires of hell?
In the beginning God said, "Let there be suffering!"
and planted seeds of desire and shame.
One bite and we were cast out of paradise,
wracked with guilt and forever enslaved.

God is pain! Punishing all your sins.
God is pain! Tearing a hole in your heart.
God is pain! Demanding obedience.
God is pain! Making you scream his name.

Face down and begging forgiveness,
surrendering your precious essence,
when all at once the pain is lifted
as your god injects your holy fix.

Oh, how you love it so, so devout and pious.
Oh, how you need it so, and oh how I laugh at you.

God, pleasure, and pain are just chemicals in your brain.
You're a victim of the game, but the priests are not the only players.

Why would our leaders want to make things better?
We need them more when the world goes to hell.
Solving our problems is a conflict of interest,
so they do nothing or cause them themselves
and we scream, "Give me liberty or give me death!"
but they take both and still lust for more.
With each crisis they usurp more power
and blame each other as they bleed dry the well.

God is pain! Abusing authority.
God is pain! Tearing a hole in your trust.
God is pain! Demanding obedience.
God is pain! Making you consent to their rule.

Caught up in the endless struggle
against the idiots on the other side.
You must win or rather they must lose,
as the lesser of evils takes the prize.

Oh, how you love it so, so noble and patriotic.
Oh, how you need it so, and oh how I laugh at you.

They'll tell you they can ease your pain
and someone else is who's to blame,
and you'll believe their every lie
'cause the words make everything alright.

Everyone around the world
feels the same and wants deliverance.
On their knees they lift their voices,
crying out the holy chorus...

Tell me what I want to hear.
Tell me what I need to hear.
Tell me that it will be alright
and I will gladly obey.

God is pain! Open your eyes.
God is pain! See through the lies.
God is pain! You know in your heart that...
God is pain! So stand up and face the pain.

No! Tell me what I want to hear.
Tell me what I need to hear.
Tell me that it will be alright
and I was right all along.

I only hear what I want to hear.
I only know what I need to know.
And I believe that it will be alright
if I just have faith in a lie.

In the mind a shining lie is stronger than the deepest truth.
Drive it home with fear and pain and you'll create a willing slave.
This I did to those freedom fighters, at least the ones who I'd left alive,
and we became a sword of vengeance thrusting into the heart of God.

You are insane! God is immortal.
And you and your thugs did no harm to Him.

Your imaginary god is not but a book of lies,
a throng of fanatics, and a brainwashed horde.
No, the god that you really worship is the god of raw power,
power over the state,
power over the law,
power to force the world to obey your will.
That is the god that you and I built and which you now control,
but I was once a part of that machine,
and I know every one of its secrets,
and that's how I know that your almighty god can die.

Viva la Revolucion

I hate to break the news but we're all getting mugged,
not by gun toting addicts but by white collered mother fuckers downtown.
They're cutting deals and looking to steal
all your pensions and your savings and anything that isn't nailed down.
And with the prices getting higher and your paycheck getting tighter
you just sit there and you take it
'cause you believe it when they tell you that it's all getting better.

Wake up! Wake up!
You gotta hold their to the fire.
Wake up! Wake up!
Don't be afraid to build their funeral pyre.

You think that's extreme? Well they do it to us.
Say when you need an operation and a bureaucrat is saying,
"Your coverage has just run out." Good luck.
And when the terrorists are biting someone's gotta do the fighting.
Guess who's on the front lines? Not them.
And we're drinking filthy water and we're breathing filthy air,
and as we lay dying our bills are rising.
For corporate profits we are led to the slaughter.

Stand up! Stand up!
We've got the right to defend ourselves.
Stand up! Stand up!
We've got the right to send them to hell.

Viva la revolucion! Matemos el ricos!
You deserve everything you've worked for fight and take it back.
Viva la revolucion! Queme los elites.
It is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees.

I hear you say, "I'm not like them,
I may be rich, but I'm an honest man."
Well here's your big chance, it's time to come clean.
Open the books, let's see what you're hiding.

Open the books!
Show us where every dollar came from and where it went.
Open the books!
Show us all those double entries that hide malicious intent.

Show us the fraud,
show us the graft,
show us the kickbacks and how we were had.
Show us the schemes.
Show us the fronts.
Show us the laundering you self serving cunts.

Nothing to say? I thought so.
Off with his fucking head.

Out once great nation now a den of corruption
with insiders, parasites, and idiot sons of the rich.
A parliament of whores.
And when they're not screwing us they're screwing each other.
Hey, mother fuckers, it's We The People.
It's kind of hard to speak with tear gas shoved down our throats.
Don't you feel an obligation to the human race?
Disgrace!
Are you even human?

Rise up! Rise up!
Don't let them beat you into submission.
Rise up! Rise up!
Now is the time for retribution.

Viva la revolucion! Matemos el ricos!
Show them what you think of all their shit and don't hold back.
Viva la revolucion! Queme los elites.
It is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees.

My Reflection

Don't give me that revolutionary bullshit,
save it for your all controlling state.
You have failed, your men are dead,
and you will join them when you've told us all you know.

Failed? Ha! Did you not see the burning mansions and executions?
It took three days to do the deed, and all of it broadcast on cable TV.

You sick bastard!
Is there nothing sacred in your twisted mind?
You deserve to be tortured to death
and you deserve to burn in hell forever.

Oh, but can you not see we're two of a kind with much in common.
This place you've built is a living hell. Who are you if not the devil?
And I love the way you hunted me down,
breaking every law in your thirst for justice.
No moral code stood in your way.
I wonder what your god would say.

He'd say that I was justified.
He'd say you should be crucified.
For every death you are to blame.
For what I've done there is no shame.
When fighting evil naught is too extreme.
My methods effective, my will supreme.
A million souls saved for a few thousand lost,
for the greater good I will pay that cost.

A sacrifice? Oh, we are more alike then you'd ever admit.
But our difference is your weakness: you still believe.

My reflection, why would he ask any questions?
Why would he not believe the lies?
All is perfect in his eyes.

My reflection, can he see through the illusion?
Does he need it to be real,
to warm is soul when the world turns cold?

Oh, where did I go wrong? Was my love too strong?
Am I not supposed to fight for what I know is right?
Oh, what could have been, my angel wearing a diamond ring.
If I'd only swallowed my pride and smiled as it burned inside.

My reflection, has he ever been pushed to breaking?
Has he ever felt the sting of a wound forever bleeding?

Has he stared into the void and known there's no salvation?
Or did he deny his fate and kneel before the ones who broke him?

Oh, that seductive call: join the order, feel the power.
Everlasting love and joy, strong at first but always fleeting.
And as his god began to fade, and reason fell away,
faith was all that remained and faith became a weapon.

Black and Black

I want you to resist.
I want you in agony.
You shall suffer like no other.

Deliver me into the arms of the Dark Goddess and I will drag you with me.

There is no 'goddess', there is only God!

Pain is my mistress and revenge is her desire.

Who are you working for?
Who are your contacts?
I want answers.
I want the truth.

No, you want a lie.
You want me to vindicate the lies you tell your people and yourself.

I will not believe your lies, I am not weak like your freedom fighters.

Everyone is like them,
willing to do anything for their gods and their dreams.
That's how we came to power,
we fed the people the lies they needed to hear.

Not I. You were the master deceiver. You are the anti-Christ.

The most dangerous liar is the one who believes his own lies, you.

A blinding light dispels the darkness.
A booming voice so strong and forceful,
is it my tormentor or is it God?
But where I am the two are one.

I cleansed the firm of all your evil,
now it is a tool of righteous power.
We spread our ways and the world pays tribute.
We take them down the path to God.

And when they refuse I've seen what you do.
It's not a god but fear you serve:
fear of abandonment,
fear of punishment,
fear of death.
Worship is cowardice.

You know naught of the trials of faith.
You know nothing of strength and devotion.
But you will know pain and you will know suffering.
You will fear me!
You will fear me!

When I was young I used to be so terrified of death.
I made misguided choices and believed such foolish things.
But once I felt her soothing touch and stared into her eyes
I knew there was nothing to fear in the Dark Goddess' embrace.

Eternal devotion, dreamless sleep flowing forever.
How I yearn for you now, your arms are unfolding.
But I cannot close my eyes, I must be strong,
I must stay...awake.

Fighting will only make it worse, now tell us everything you know.

All gods are born in blood their faithful are baptized in fire.
All gods are patricidal gods, seeking to destroy that which spawned them.
All power is built of hatred and contempt for what came before.
And as the father strangles his son anger is his only salvation.

Madness. This is madness!

Yes it is.

One by one his rivals fall until the tyrant is slain.
One god rises up from the ashes and the world is brought to heel.
But that which is born of hatred must have rivals to fuel its anger.
And so it breeds a thousand young to slaughter and feed on its corpses.

The world is not black and white, it is black and black.
And enthralled to insane gods we fight and die for a lie.

You are wrong and we are right, good always conquers evil.
The power I wield over you is proof enough of that.

Listen to yourself: might makes right.

No! Right makes might.
And when I break you, you will see.
Now, cut his face apart.

Bring in the mirror.

I'll talk. I'll talk.

I work for the other side.
I always have but you were too blind to see.
We were inches away
from taking control of the whole fucking world,
but you got lucky and you barely stopped me,
so we changed the plan, now I'm just a diversion.
While you chased me and came down here to face me
the package was delivered while your back was turned.

What package? Where is it!

So many cities you'd better start looking.
I must confess I don't know which one.
But if we fail there's a thousand agents
ready and willing to take you out.
Checkmate. You've lost.

Never! Never!
I have fought evil all my life and I have always won.
You, call the president. Tell him limited access isn't good enough anymore.
I need total control.
We have a doomsday situation on our hands don't you understand?
I need wiretaps, phone records, e-mails,
every shred of data they've got on everyone.
Give me names, thousands of names.
Detain them all, question them, interrogate them, torture them if you have to
but they cannot be allowed to hide any secrets from us.
And get the generals on the line.
If our enemies want a war I will give them one.

Oh, what have you done?
I told him what he wanted to hear.
Now he will destroy himself
and half the world if I know him well.
Oh, my dark-eyed lover, I'm ready for you now,
for my reason to live, my pain, has been avenged.

© Brian Voth, 2007.

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