| As he walked these desolated fields
|
| He felt his spirit weaken
|
| These were the days that you know not
|
| This was long ago
|
| The tortured soul of fathers old
|
| Was his to seek revenge for
|
| Those of pride who would not bend
|
| Before the laws and gods of man
|
| This was a race you have never seen
|
| And neither will you ever
|
| For these were haunted down
|
| Like beasts, by mortal fools
|
| — the human race
|
| In his quest for sweet revenge
|
| He walked so tall and proud
|
| Until he met a figure that now made
|
| Him fall and stumble blind
|
| This was what his quest was for
|
| Not to seek revenge
|
| This creature in a human shape
|
| With feelings so intense
|
| He knew her as no other
|
| But not in shape of man
|
| Their spirit re-united
|
| As he took her by the hand
|
| This was a race you have never seen
|
| And neither will you ever
|
| For these were haunted down like
|
| Beasts, by mortal fools
|
| — the human race
|
| In his quest for sweet revenge
|
| He walked so tall and proud
|
| Until he met a figure that now made
|
| Him fall and stumble blind
|
| This figure was of human race
|
| A woman of such beauty
|
| That he could not help
|
| To stumble on his way to seek revenge
|
| As he looked upon her face he saw
|
| Such passion in her eyes
|
| It reminded him
|
| Of tales he had heard
|
| Of mankind so-called paradise
|
| Spirit torn from spirit
|
| And spirit torn apart
|
| When human race
|
| Saw through his mask
|
| And tore the two apart
|
| Spirit torn from spirit
|
| And spirit torn apart
|
| Human race I curse thee
|
| With all my blackened heart |