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| "All you people are so scared of me...it ain't me you have to worry about now. You're not afraid of the dark, are you... Are you?" -Excerpt from CotMM vs Injury's "Decay of Hope" |
| ~Wind of Weariness~ � by The Magus No, I have never had anything pure to live for... All I've ever had was living to even the score... Now I am an old man, sitting high above the sea. And I know in my heart, there is nothing left anymore. I just sit here and stare from the shore. My body tired and old, my hair gray... I dream as I always have, it's still not come true... It's so far away! So, I've lived and loved so long, my love never returned... I can no longer love or even hate, gone is my youth... The twin fires of the light and dark have died. My life wasted, there is nothing left but to face the truth. I just sit here and stare from the shore. My body tired and old, my hair gray... I dream as I always have, it's still not come true... It's so far away! I just sit here, looking down at the sea. Everyone I despised or cared for lie in their graves... I can't take any more emptyness, as I look down... Feel my fingers let go of my life...as I fall into the waves... ~Faces~ � by The Magus I have been a man who has had to wear many masks. Out of nessecity, out of survival... For if a mask should ever break, the world is free to scar your face at will. There are only so many scars a face can bear, before another face is needed to bear the next scar. And it is behind my broken mask, cracked in so many places... Where lies one of three faces... The first is but a boy. He is a child, born in innocence and youth. He is light, but through the years and through his tears, he's been raised by the corrupt, loaded down with pain. Stumbling on, the cries of others, not his, echo in his ears. He is attacked and tormented, but he's defenseless. The howling mob manifests, faceless cruelty given a face. The mask is broken, his heart is being torn out piece by piece. A fire has started burning in its place. The boy, the martyr, he is bleeding and dying in the road. Reality blurs with his vision, yet beyond death he can feel, a stirring of fate, he feels my heart, wanting to be freed. With no regret he places his bloody hand upon the seal... The second is a grinning demon. He is like a horrible Hyde to an already violent Jeckyl. In shredded, bloodied hands he carries a misshapen chain. A chain forged by many to fell only me, my blood dried upon it. And the demon wields it with a laugh that is insane! The demon doesn't care about dreams, he is the basest urges. He's nothing but a dog, he cares not for understanding or dignity. He wants cruelty, money, and sex divorced of love, and yet... It is the walls around me he strikes at, not at me... I hang on to each breath, I can hear the demon outside my prison. An empty, mindless animal, yet somehow he tries to save me? With each savage crack of the chain against my cell, he loses substance. Until finally the walls crash and I am once more free! The third is a magician, my true face. I am the last face, mourner of the boy, survivor of the demon. It is I who must always be last, I am the face that is real. I am the one with strength, purpose, and emotions, and they know... That is why they put their hands upon the seal... I was once the boy, the child so naive and ignorant of the world. He felt nothing, and drifted blindly through life in a trance. As I was the demon, my last defense, when his chain at last broke. A chain forged by the military, psychiatrists, and a failed romance. Yet sometimes they claw at my soul and heart, from inside my head... It is at those moments I fear my armor is made only of tin. Their hands clutch at my feet from the grave, as I try to keep them dead. How can I ever fight for myself, if I cant defeat the enemies within? And so I depart, mask in hand, my eyes gleaming at you from the shadows that obscure my face. I ask myself how long it will be my face behind this mask? When I'm with you, I know it is my face...and someday the mask can be set aside forever. ~Vengeance~ � by The Magus He stole my last chance for joy, he tore the picture right in half. My eyes are full of blood again, and I vow to have the last laugh! Oh, he thought it was nothing. That all was well. Oh, she was to be my world. Now he'll burn in hell!!! Now he'll never escape me, I'll searh forever, and comb this land. He took away my Darling, and now he will feel my angry hand! He chose the wrong two. I was the darkest one. He chose the wrong path. He'll say goodbye to the sun!!! I am Vengeance, cower in fear! Ragged Grim Reaper! See his leer! But I have no leer, only grim hate on my face... And now I have nothing left... To everyone it sounds like nothing, just empty boast and brags. But when I find him he'll be leaving in seperate garbage bags! I'm the master of disasters. He'll suffer them all. The master of his destruction. It's time for him to fall!!! Cloaked in black, tremble in fear! Feel the burning end, it's so near! My red eyes blazing, my fingers around his throat... And now I have nothing left... I summon all my hate to destroy, now that my life is in tatters. All I had was my Vengeance, because nothing is left that matters... Still, I'll find her again. No more blood and fire. Beyond my revenge... It is only her love that I desire... ~Heavy Scythe~ � by The Magus I walk through blowing fields of wheat... They fly in the wind of the dark storm overhead. I swing my scythe to cut through, thinking of you... Oh how I wish I was cutting you instead... You won't leave us to a life of peace... No, it must be war you want me to prepare for. I hoist my scythe and wonder if you'll feel the same. Oh when I come calling at your door... Heavy scythe, I don't want to wield you anymore. It's only this girl I ever want to hold again! Oh, but no, if he can't leave us alone... What a pair we'll make, I'll pick you up again! I don't want to lose her, no. I don't want us to be pulled apart. No! I don't want the Reaper to rise up... From the grave of my heart. Oh yes, I know you don't love her at all... No, you can only step upon the blooming flowers. And how you try to break both our new found joys. But up ahead I'll show you Hell's towers. Oh yes, your fate is as black as the sky... This purple storm is just a taste of whats in store. Always reaping my way towards you, my heart still on her. Oh won't you answer your door...?!! Yes soon you will feel this scythe... It's not so heavy when I remember you, you are walking dead. I can't hardly wait, to send you screaming to hell's gate. And see my scythe drip red! ~Prince of Destruction~ � by The Magus I invoke the fates of Fortune. I like to spit in their eye. I'm just the living revelation, that you're going to die. I'm really dying to meet you. I could use another snack... I'm a Prince of Destruction, cruelty made flesh. Corruption and Agony, just the sickles with which I thresh. I'm the red eyed, greedy monster, doomed to foul play. The frightful blood stained tyrant, now do as I say! I'm a relic from the age of Iron. I don't steal, I take. I'm the one you were told, not to go near, for heavens sake. Maybe I'll waste your family. And use you as my slave... I'm a Prince of Destruction, I do as I please. The horsemen are my servants, they spread my disease. Nice guys finish last, and the losers always pay. I want everything I see, and nothing will stand in my way! I conquer every single land. I take anything I see. The kingdoms are my pleasure, their princesses dance for me. And sure we'll have a good time. Though I'll steal your soul... I'm a Prince of Destruction, you must obey my terms. I'll take all of your money, and leave you for the worms. You send righteous armies against me, it only makes me mad. No one can ever beat me, because I'm so good at being bad! |
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