I saw you, you saw me, you hid your fangs so well

I should have known better but it is hard to tell

In beauty the evil is waiting for possession

Deep inside reflections just a glimpse away



Your faithful servents, they bow to you

Together they're breaking the broken

We were set free, what is to be?

When its all said and done what is left to really say?

To be one turns to none now we are just yesterday



You speak in killing words, the kind that crush and kill

No mercy your pleasure to taste the blood you bled

The chase has ended in denial of glory

To trap and add to your servant souls