a l l b e c a m e s t i l l

All became still as the eulogy was uttered
Silence broken by the cries of his mother and his lover
As they gazed upon the corpse of a soul never saved
Pained they were to watch as he reached his early grave

Who was he then they wonder as they've never done before
This creature that walked the world that he warred for a score
A god among the men, or laughable whore?
None knew a thing just as he before

Now allow me to speak of depravity
And see what maketh the life of he, and believe
Believe in me and forget the world you seek
For only death can set you free in the end
Awake in the night, dreaming through the day's light
Dwelling where no other might wish to dwell
Drinking deep, wishing not his life to keep
Until he fell into a sleep straight to Hell

I still recall a child of three in the mirror back at me
Telling me I shouldn't have been born
At morning's light to break the fast I go for bottle and the glass
Until the child is at last no more

I still recall a child of three in the mirror back at me
Telling me I shouldn't have been born
At morning's light to break the fast I go for bottle and the glass
Until the child is at last no more

Nevermore, quoth this raven

Inside my head I see
A door that beckons me
Until the whisper is a shriek

I close my eyes and turn the knob and I yearn
To watch the things I love burn and burn and burn

I still recall a child of three in the mirror back at me telling me
I shouldn't have been born
At morning's light to break the fast
I go for bottle and the glass, until the child is at last no more

I still recall a child of three in the mirror back at me
Telling me I shouldn't have been born
At morning's light to break the fast I go for bottle and the glass
Until the child is at last no more

Nevermore
Never