Resent a sense of feeding, demanding bleeding

Unhinged a savage seeks a quest

Hollow hearts, rapid beating

The pulse is high its never ceasing

This cannot be a false pretence

As people arise I feel it

Stone cold, a passive disease, no chance of Healing

You'll wonder if this is the end

The void submit to pass through

Fear the eyes staring at you

A time of unrivalled despair

As people arrive I feel their stare

You lived a life in chains

Your master could not save

You'll lose the grasp of gain

No method to your rage

You die a death each day

For some it seems to stay that way

Channels to feed your hate

Lying there for you to take

A place where fools attend

No prayers for you my friend