Tuesday, August 25, 2009

The Burden.

I am the wolf
That's out for my prey
As sure as I'm cunning
A lamb will be slain
My fixture is men, I intend to devour them all
They are weak and they are small
And they answer when I call

Through all I have
In the palm of mine
The yeast will rise
In the bread of life
It's every little thing
It's a life of suffering
The burden of all
Is I was made to fall

I am the burden
of all the world
But their ignorant hearts just don't know
I am the master
They are the givers
I am the captor of souls

Burn them, down to the ground
Take no prisoners
If I can't win then I'll call them to sin
Surely I will own their hearts

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