In this season of wither I can't face the light
Lonely and old I've been blessed by the night
Layers going deeper than the roots of the trees
going left and then right just to spread the disease

Being kept down at bay by the moon and the rain
Harvesting souls just to block out the pain
Always walking in shadows, the keeper of cold
Tormented, regretting the item I've sold

I inhabit every place that you fear to tread
I gorge on the purity and prey on your dead
The bringer of nightmares, the golgothan king
The terror inside as you feel my sting

The ice in your heart from a stare in the dark
I'm always reviled, I carry the mark
Better to serve in heaven than to reign in hell
Reversing the credo that served me so well

Cast out from paradise by him so unjust
to exploit the virtues of envy and lust
I'll take all your children and lead them astray
until the day comes when you take that away

01/10/2003

Author's Note: Just to be clear I am in no way writing this as any kind of worship or admiration thing. I just thought it would be an interesting idea to try and get into that mind set and think how would he feel and this is just an idea that occured to me, the regret of a prideful action. As someone who isn't religious this was strictly an interesting idea to me so I really don't want to get flamed by people who may think I'm trying to play the devil as sympathetic and thusly offended them, for me it was just a thought, talk to the Rolling Stones and see if they would agree :)

Posted on 01/10/2003
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