I watch the bitter tears slalom down grief stricken faces
For a moments time I feel I am the god of which they speak
Under the guise of anonymity, I masquerade in thrilling mockery
Erection juts [bad word] from 'twixt my silken Sunday pleats

The coffin is sealed, face to go unrevealed
But I dare know what lies underneath 
Two bloodless halves of a dark flower, dead
Whose dream turned the nightmare that dwells beneath our darkened beds

How pathetically I broke her like a doll of porcelain
I found her primed for a raping that could never be
In wanton fallacy the temptress played; deceiving, taunting charming fools like me
Her silhouette, an hourglass whose sands of time would empty fast

rose must remain with the sun and the rain
Or its lovely promise [bad word] [bad word] ..
They call me the nightfall, the colder than death
winter unending that's stolen her breath

Dead and famous at last she's made it
Her mangled face haunting, shameless
The death of peace endarkened times
Crowned an immortal, yet stricken of life

The headlines read: YOUNG STARLET DEAD
Drained of her lifesblood and nourished with [bad word] 
Sodomized, defeminized
Silent, the victor vengeance is mine

In [bad word] ..
She waits...

In [bad word] is where she waits for me
Seductress burns in sin
The succubus, deceased

The funeral has ceased, you can all rest at ease
My desire be not to kill again
I'll now disappear, leaving legend to fear
So lock every door tight from now until eternity

Dead and famous at last, she's made it
Her mangled face smiling, shameless
The death of peace endarkened times
Crowned an immortal, yet stricken of life

The headlines read: YOUNG STARLET DEAD!
Drained of her lifesblood and nourished with [bad word] 
Sodomized, defeminized
I am the victor vengeance is mine

I watched the bitter tears slalom down grief-stricken faces
For a moments time I feel I am the god of which they speak
I, the misogynist
Her crooked smile, my seal of hatred
Incarnate of the beast 
The god of which they speak