Eumenides

These good hearts Are falling fast With these black marks Too far inscribed A vicissitude Scores your palm A soul bequeathed To martyrdom Chevalier To witch i'm bound Pulls me I don't blame you I don't blame you For we are men Who seek to undo themselves For we are men Who seek to undo themselves Again These tumults turn to frenzied fights Inside this addled mind Breeding gall and wormwood To make me feel maligned Thou shalt find judges You will find acquaintances Be quiet cursed wolf For the sinners bark (Uncontrollable... Inconsolable.... Horses...) Silver bullets For sinners bark Silver bullets For sinners bark (This is for madmen only)