Where Strides The Behemoth
condition tomorrow

with visions inlaid

the priest stands to our right

a princess is mine



the regress of some minds

further chase the prize

pretentious you follow

religion is mine



anger precedes my footsteps

haunting past comes into head

horizon seems so far away

this life close to end of days

kill and i will be damned

forgive and i will be free



unified eyesight

grow