(10. Widower)

Long nights of absence wearing patience down
Zealous resentment bred when she is around
Unanswered questions tearing her apart
“Don’t worry, love,” he says, “Someday I’ll have your heart!”

Past the stroke of midnight, he waltzes through the door
Greeted with a glare of “I can’t take this anymore
I don’t know where you go or how you spend your time
But I won’t live with you while you live in your lie!”

“O cruel fate! your apprentice has learned well
But never has such majesty brought me so near to hell
I know I must rescind this power to ever bring her back
But not tonight, for swelling pride demands one last attack”

“What is a life, what is a soul? (Why should I ask what no one knows)
My life is lost, to death a slave (It’s just the passing of the age)”
Blind in darkness, out of focus, shocked into denial
All his passion feeds his memory of the ones reviled

He slept in the shadowed pathway, never knowing she’d pass by…

(11. Misanthropy Made Real)

The satisfying splendor, an all-familiar sense
Subduing his perception, no thought to consequence

It was his custom not to know his victim’s face
But this last ritual, he cast that rule away
And anonymity was swallowed by reality
“(ohh…) The beauty in those lips, I recognize
(ohh…) There’s no mistaking the color in her bloodshot eyes
(ohh…) This last dagger, Medusa has finally glanced my way
(ohh…) Petrified and silenced, fate has had the final say”

“Lightless and loveless, I alone am to blame
I am as worthless as the plague I despise
Waving my white flag, I give up everything
Fate is not mine to control!”

“I’ve severed my heart from my soul”

(12. Surrendering The Sword)

He fled and hid himself away
And watched the next day for the news
But his heart stopped its frail beating
When he learned he’d murdered two

“Not only my bride, but my flesh and blood?
Truly, it is the end of my tyranny”

“The very thing I hate is what I have become
My vultures circle in on their final victim”

“Never could a price be paid
To cover all of my mistakes
Executioner I’ve played
Come now, judge and jury await
Leading to my resting place”

“Is this life what it seems?
Or is there something more?
I’m not afraid to dream
I’m not scared to know
The fate written for me”