It’s life I crave, as I huddle inside this cave. For, I was not saved. And, to a master, I am a slave. How can this be, no joy in this new barren sea. A servant in dark service now, unable to flee. I taste nothing. I smell nothing. I hear nothing… and I feel nothing. Though the sun rises, I feel no hope. I’d rather be swinging from the end of a rope. Though the sun rises, I feel no hope. I’d rather be swinging from the end of a rope. Nothing gained, only pain, bound in a chain and going insane! He’s taken the reigns, of all hope, I am drained, only despair now flows through my veins. I am a slave, I am a slave. Where are the angels, the savior of lore. With this curse, I believe in heaven no more. I believe no more! I taste nothing. I smell nothing. I hear nothing and I feel nothing. I’m just a tool in a sinister plan. I’m just a ghoul, half corpse/half man. Half corpse, half a fucking man. Oh, help me! Though it’s revenge I crave, I am a slave. You say, “be brave”, but I am a slave. Barely a brainwave, I am a slave. I thought I’d be brave, true revenge I crave, but I’m just a slave… oh! I am a servant now, not dead and, yet, not alive. By the bidding of a dark master now—on this terrible curse—I do survive.