• A scream of agony from a woman,
    her salvation on pause,
    extending an arm, the light can not help,
    if she is to be helped, she must be the one
    to do it, for this is a test by her god

    From below, darkness consumes,
    its touch ripping flesh from bone
    and soul from body

    Light crosses dark,
    dark covers light,
    both fighting, never ending, never wavering,
    for a price the fight wages, a woman's soul

    From the bowels of her heart,
    a twisted nether has formed,
    this is where light and dark start,
    they are born and consume the heart

    The parent to idea, now its plaything,
    only in death will she know the true master,
    this is the human existence,
    the human is nothing more than the toy of
    its creations