Upon the wings of chaos fly
The dismal dreams of a soul born to die
An unending quest for all that is true
They pyres have grown within his mind
For paper gods he must leave behind
No theory shall hinder, his services through
He flies on alone

Through the red

The clarity of insight
Holds the key to this plight
The lust for violence hides
Under nothing tonight

The circle of recompense is
Stimulating vice
Its easy to be free
If you kill your enemies

Instead of chasing reasons
To hold yourself to law

She cuts the palm of her hand
And draws a line in the sand
To the point red reason
Is resting on her wings
She hold the candle alight
To set sensation to rights
And break my will with the sad songs she sings
Can't fight all the heartache
No penance or pain

I'm not alive
Solely to please the wings on her wind
But she told a lie
Only to show that I have sinned

I told her that I
Was never frightened of shadows
But she told me that I
Might listen to what follows

A story of the dark
An account

She delves in most exquisite evil
Yet death-like love radiates
Worldly eyes deep of hue puncture still
Further into a young heart she hates

The path that she treads
Yet to be matched
Her presence may crush a lesser's pride
Propagation of perpetual humiliation

Standing on the brink of revolution
The masses wait with baited breath
A promise to rise and destroy this night
They'll fight until there's nothing left

The masters in their towers
Question their own powers
Now the gates of truth have been revealed
Nothing sa

What is the thought of reason?
The bleeding heart pleading
Need to know the show
What your eyes ain't believing

Keep it up, in strut
Too deep for you to cut
You run away, in sway
No sanity may stay

I'll take you heart to start
To put your world ap

A ship on the solar tide ride
On dimensional wave bide
The power of lust and greed
Drives a crew into evil deed

Appearing in the atmosphere
Yet no mortal may see or hear
No woman safe in her bed
No virgin pure in her head
No human female is safe
Fro

(intro / verse riff)
"Oh, ...lord, methodically!
As in this world there are degrees of evils,
So in this world there are degrees of devils!"

John Webster, "White Devil", c. 1609-1612

(lower verse 1)
You can call me evil
You can call me a liar
But the p