Jilted Voice Of Rage

From the realm of the demons,
The evil inside my head,
Decree upon me to kneel at thy very best,
To repress thy faith, to denounce thy world,
To subdue thy soul and enter their stronghold.

I then perish into the mist of wrongs,
That the twilight casts forever long,
During its reign over mortals until dawn prevails,
And washes the silence away.

Then let there be life, yet again,
Joy to the tormented, as the world to a child,
Born innocent but left to die.

[Cluster II]