I Shalt Become: The Pendle Witch Trials Lyrics

There is a monster that hides within you
A maggot, a maggot

I have see it myself
The enstasy going nowhere

And so a siren sang to me
Come here, haunted
And thus, closer still
You will have lost your heart

The days pass
And the screwtape letters read true...

Dancing to bring the rain...
A repeating crescendo...
Raining to recoil the dance...

"To tomorrow, to tomorrow, and to tomorrow
Creepes in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last Syllable of Recorded time:
And all our yesterdays, haue lighted Fooles
The way to dusty death. Out, out breefe Candle,
Life's but a walking Shadow, a poore Player.
That struts and frets his houre vpon the Stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a Tale
Told by an Ideot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing."

Into the waiting
While nothing goes away
There is a rationale to desist
Because the two days are too much?

Twisted in the misunderstood
But there cannot be anything...

Cut off the nose to spite the face
For only the faults, you derelict.

As wound opens in flesh
...screams for glory...
Such spears pierce.

The rusted, poisoned shackles
Tie wrists to the eyes

A barbed wire noose
Bound to the soul

And proverbial victory spoiled the vanquished.