A Tour De Force, A Rabid Face

Behind The Weapon Kept In Place

By Tortured Hands In Cold Embrace

A Battle Unconfused By Chance,

Come Step Into Our Mortal Dance

And Taste This Ironclad Romance



For Every Kill The Stronger Will

Keeps Getting Stronger And The Thrill

Of Such Control Is Wild But Still

A Single Life, What's That To Me?

A Fading Light No One Can See

Yet Such A Pleasure Death Can Be



Used To Be A Single Voice

That Vanished In A Crowd

Vague Just Like A Distant Sun

When Hidden By The Clouds

Found A Way To Surface

And To Speak My Truth Aloud

Be Powerful, Stand Fast And Proud



A Tour De Force, A Rabid Face

Behind The Weapon Kept In Place

By Tortured Hands In Cold Embrace

A Single Life, What's That To Me?

A Fading Light No One Can See

Yet Such A Pleasure Death Can Be