The shining eyes you see Beneath the vines and starlit skies and trees Will never bring you peace For they mask a tide of death inside that needs to be set free
He is the death seeker And I am of him Glossed over eyes within the grove As night falls over Rome And I am of him
You offer no defense Intoxicated bliss comes with fevered kiss Within passionate throes Amongst moans and cries the self dies
He is the madman upon the hill The limbs are torn The blood is spilled
He drove the women insane They lay down in his name but have never felt his pain And I am of him I come with the storm in seducing forms
I am the madman upon the hill In ecstatic frenzy The blood is spilled
