Much Of Madness, More Of Sin

Much of madness more of sin
Prove your sane; let us begin.
Did I loose or I let you win?
Either path is road to ruin
Out of phase, confused again?
All your action, your chagrin
Conjure now the force of yin
Grant the power you need within

Grip on hilt... Do what thou wilt
My sharp claw... Whole of the law
Loathsome, Delirium, Blazing hate
Vicious, Eccentric, Unfair fate

Suffering from lonesome years
In solitude and drowned in tears
Hysterical neurosis nears
Intellect now disappears
Alone in dark and no one cares
Ugly depths of abyss stares
The paradigm of doubtful fears
Silent screams pervade thy ears

Grip on hilt... Do what thou wilt
My sharp claw... Whole of the law
Loathsome, Delirium, Blazing hate
Vicious, Eccentric, Unfair fate

Sick Enigma
Mad Stigma

Now you do what thou wilt
Have tight grip on the hilt
Painful pirce of sharp claw
Shall will be whole of law
Evil blood will spill
A sacrifice upon thy will
Insanity you felt within
Much of madness or more of sin?