Westward bound
I've seen the light of day
The paintings on the walls of inner caves only appear where the light can't reach
O', what a blessing that my shadow follows me
I choose
I choose where the light gets in
An image mirroring my very being upon the canvas
That is the earth we tread
That is the soil on which we step
And would you think me to be wrong as I speak to you?
It's been too long since I have seen your face
Would you think me to be wrong as I speak these truths to you?
Then stay your tongue, lest I cut it where you stand
O', vile and sordid lech
Your tongue so laced with barbs and filth that it could blight the very earth
And sicken us all beyond repair
O', Lecherous One!
Stay your tongue lest I cut it where you stand
Don't think for a second that you'd be spared!
And would you think me to be wrong as I speak to you?
And would you think me to be wrong as I speak these truths to you?
O', how they've long laid dormant
So hidden, occult, and buried neath your cinders
And this won't be the last of it
Heed my words
O', Pilgrim
This won't be the last of it
Silence
O', Lecherous and Vile One!
I condemn you to a never-ending quiet
Silence
O', Unholy and Perverse One!
I condemn thee to ageless damnation
O', be silent
De-sanctifier, Pillager!
I condemn thee to speak no more
Quiet
O', Unenviable, Cursed one!
I must travel westward bound
