Would madness ever stand alone
Inside this cage of memories
Pick up the leaves of this fallen tree
And make me whole
Could the inside of sanity
Ever consume the remains of me
Made a lie that will follow me
Into the arms of the dead
Wish away the grief I`ve shed
Gone asleep in the Halls of the dead
Let Thy Evil Come
Thy Shall Be Done
Darkness moves where Light should be
And the soul cries out set me free
Let My Evil Come
I Shall Be Done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
okay playing on god.. interesting choice but it really gets the point across. agian luv the poem