A psychopath has found a sight And a way to be the king of days A rhyme without a poem And the luster of his last ways The angels of d**h had a right And a cause for a sorrow to say A mortal flight across a chasm And on to the underworld's graves They sail a burning sun A war they never won They toss the fear aside Never to ask for pride The spirits flights into a valley A darkness that led them astray An infant's eyes now open With it a tempter, allude and betray You know your master's leash is tight And keeps your d**h and your children at bay The raging maniac aware and knows The cost of his earthly maze They sail a burning sun A war they never won They toss the fear aside Never to ask for pride