Lamb of God The Subtle Art of Murder and Persuasion song lyrics

The dark

crow man

sits and

stares into

the oblivion

into cold

into nothingness

it's snowing in his mind.

He's created himself in his own image.

Lust held for him means naught, a knock on the door

brings no smile to his cruel lips

the welcome in a woman's eyes holds nothing for him.

Alone on his haunches the hair raises on the back of his neck.

His dead eyes pierce the night.

As his gaze falls down on the city it fills him the method ascertained, conviction.

He knows what to do and moves to commit the deed.