Embedded deep in instinct, the killer demon
Prowls through the dark neurons of one man’s mind
Unleashing his grieved soul among free men,
A melody made from the roots of mankind,
A time when Earth was desolate and stark,
Filled with vines that stretched through swamps and fables,
Guided only by a moonlit lamp to move the dark.
This evil, within the souls of men since Cain and Abel,
Left a bloody price upon the revelers, struck down and helpless,
Asleep from the haunting humiliation of their lovers’ distress.