Silent Inferno

Atop the hill, facing the nightfall
Birds of ill omen are sending me scorn
My heart has stopped aching like a skull in a coffin
My soul is resting within unborn

In this kingdom of thorns, I am one with the scorn
You should run, baby, run, I am Satan's son
For me all love is dead and the tears that I shed
Waves this seas of despair, I no longer care

The same possessed beats driving my mind
Malicious content for all mankind
Murder is something I am only
A blackened person, a steady arsenal

I walk my path in silence, crossing hate and violence
No human's love smells better to love me when I'm bound