Shadow - Thirdmoon

Follow the brainsick widow in her last show

She s the dark side, the bitch of my soul

The hidden side, a force of destruction in my head

She will rest only when I am dead

Survive is my taste, she hopes I will fail

Too many excuses for her inner cruelty

She knows my dirty thoughts and vile secrets

Criticises my every flow with all signs of perversity

SHADOW let my sins fade away

MOON my only bride

Forgive my coming acts, don t force me to survive

She likes to place me in the most deadly situation she can

And forces my will to indulge in many terrible acts

Her ultimate goal is to shatter my will with terror

Loving my disbelief, when I see what I have become

Survive is my taste, she hopes I will fail

Too many excuses for her inner cruelty

My final breath dies in the water

Where I slowly drown to kill the damned whore