O Beelzebub!
Wherefore hast thou brought forth ye shadow before mine eyes?
For years have I settled among the sheep of me alike
Aimless, ignorant... blind yet akin to a future not yet narrated
Then comest thou with a sparkling cloak and a twist’d dagger
A mirror of splendor
With thy vengeful heart and handsome smile
Took thou the last breath of insanity in me
Set thou the torch of knowledge, of darkness upon my brow
And with a grinding voice of wisdom
Whisper’d thou into my lonesome ears
Now, entwined I am in your den
And entwined I remain
O Mother!
Where art thou?
