I wait in silence, I wait in pain, I sit here waiting in the rain. What infamous shame, who but I to blame. This life is pain but yet I still try in bane to attempt a bargain which should not be made. I've bade god hello and asked for the strength to show... to show this world a rigthous hand, to burry its sins within this land, to let them be consumed by the sand. I am justice and now my time has come, for what I have done. I must pay a price and go to hell, burining in the devil's cursed cell. I'll wait till he rings the bell. Wait for the skies to vomit forth thier lies and the dies(dice) of fate to spin and roll, tumble and fall in through a hole and let humanity clear its own soul. Tis not the case for now justice once again is my job, it is my name. For once more the fires rise and spell the earths great demise. I walk from a place of brimstone and ashes, of poison tipped lashes. I walk out from hell from beneath the canopy of this cavern with its still ringing bell. Its time to make this world dance and fate run askance. Power is mine, blood or wine and souces most divine. I'll slay these scondrouls like i'd gut a swine! Let them after life but pine. In hell i'm to have a new cell mate when my job is done, and then perhaps i'll have a swig of rum. So many that are dumb. Tsk tsk with a wisk of fire i'll let thier bodies become thin as wire as their arms and legs togther mire. A gift for sire, a gift for the devil... but be he me? Alas this is something I cannot see. I sit upon a rock and watch the armies from hell drive though unto the earth. From this rock I wonder who this cursed soul maybe, this one all see in painted blood and fires and horns. This devil who the most perverse imaginings doth defile and is supposeldy the most wretched of all the bile. Who is he?... fate and hate hath brought forth fires to the north. The water's to boil and the skies to flame and people to the shame. Yet still as I watch the earth and its great rebirth I know not who this devil maybe/may be.