Dark Is The Seraphim

Falling by numbers before my very eyes
 The Kin of the Dragons I've slain by birthright
 And seer grant me courage for I know not the peril
 That lie ahead down my twisted path
 ... So rise, oh Lord...
 ... Grant me strength, to uphold...
 Thy kingdom to come
 Thy death be undone
 Sleep no longer
 For the land below both King and foe
 Awaits this final day
 And though fear roams I do know, I do understand
 What must be done...
 Be seated, be afraid for what may come this way
 For behind these shutters and behind these doors
 Our story's about to unfold
 I gather the will to end my mission
 With the seven witches tied at the stakes
 And as the audience is ghasping for air
 I prepare to revel in the flesh
 And now the feast is here, as the maidens fair
 Are cleansed by the flames
 Preordained
 As I falter by every word
 Summoning all but the Lord himself
 For as the shape reveals as prophesied in the "good book"
 It all seams somewhat twisted to what I've
 Learned to believe to be the man not the beast
 I've (now) somehow succumbed to without
 Knowing what made me sacrifice
 All that's dead to be by the hand of the Lord
 ... Oh Lord why have you turned on me?
 ... Oh Lord you sought me out
 Behind this curtain of my everyday life
 And now it seams the only one to die
 Is me...