All the whispering- secrets, secrets. WE need to know- WE need our security. Take care who you keeps your secrets from, for all will be known in the end and then you are but ash at my feet.
Need to stop the pounding in my head- like the trigger of a Glok being pulled again and again......
At least look at me when you shoot a bullet through my head...
......like blades clashing in battle.
You're like a dagger and you stick me in the heart....
Steel shall be drawn, vengeance shall be taken, blood shall be spilled.
Pay the Merc her due price and ye shall be spared- fail in that endeavor and you shall be destroyed.
Pounding, pounding, like thunder in my brain- like the Beast stuggling to be freed.
And woe be unto those who release Her.
