The Art of Resurrection

The blunted razor bow glides

O'er the rusted strings of life

Another hapless soul is gone

And shall be on the table tonight

Though knowledge too does cost

Every man must have his price

I'll drink to that before

I set about the town to feed my vice

Tip-toe past headstones laughing

Dark lanterns blink in passing fog

Eyes gleaming, hearts beaming

Graveward we go, scheming

The act of desecration

Soothes the raging conflagration

Happy as the day is long

But is it enough for mе?

This is my calling

This is my fate

This is my destiny

This is the only way

Oncе upon a moonlit murder

Once upon a sinful eve

A feeling oh so pure

It's flesh for coin, and death for the joy we receive

Yes, Auld Reekie has secrets to hide

And come sundown, folks are terrified

But it's the name of the game, and a curse of the mind

Ask no questions, drown the light inside

This is my calling

This is my fate

This is my destiny

This is the only way

Once upon a moonlit murder

Once upon a sinful eve

A feeling oh so pure

It's flesh for coin, and death for the joy we receive

Like wraiths amongst the shadows

Are my nocturnal sect

Black is the road I follow

I resurrect

'Tis not light work, this night work is a pain

My pockets jingle though, so all is not in vain

The silent kill, the violent thrill, it is second to none

I am not evil, I am merely just a passenger on this world's trip around the sun

Once upon a moonlit murder

Once upon a sinful eve

A feeling oh so pure

It's flesh for coin, and death for the joy we receive

Like wraiths amongst the shadows

Are my nocturnal sect

Black is the road I follow

I resurrect