You hear the call, and feel the earth’s first shake,
But cannot place the coming storm to cause.
I alone see, and from this terror take
The harbingers rising, the lord that was.
The sky is red, the clouds are now darkened,
Night has come by the will of the master.
And in that night I’m thrown by the strengthened
Force of my curse, I found my disaster.
As the call doth rise, the damned do cry
To me, lending strength to the beast inside.
Overcoming my will in a desp’rate try
To enkindle the love I’d tried to hide.
The spirits call, and I’m drawn by the scar,
to feel th’old god’s blood pour through my guitar.