Headbangers Lair

Upon the dark throne of agony

The beast of me hangs humanity

Fed with grief evoken

By the fallen spirit of mine

The millions shades of grey

Rain like blood from my hair

Sodomizing them with my fingers

I feel like a dark lord in his throne room…

Propose a toast, adversary

Drown my sorrows in debauchery

I hate you and you’re looking down on me

Oh my pitiful Life, my hatred and my creed

Chorus:

Run with me through the cave of Socrates

With fading words of failure

Carved upon our graves