| Standing still lifeless like a statue
|
| On a hill swept by the wind
|
| His feet on waves of fiery grass
|
| The man on the hill waits alone
|
| Staring blindly in the distance
|
| Empty emotions fixed expression
|
| The man on the hill stands alone
|
| What he is… needs no company
|
| Scheming to plant the seeds of hate
|
| Overlooking the lands to terrorize
|
| Painting in darkness man’s fate
|
| Clothing himself with his demise
|
| He feels invincible, so powerful
|
| Evading the wrath of the inquisitor
|
| For in his mind, nothing, nothing is too awful
|
| He is legion, he is the conqueror
|
| Hugging this old and mysterious book
|
| Of dark ambitions written in time
|
| Ageless verses from the depth inspired
|
| Sculpting his heart, his blackened soul
|
| He feels invincible, so powerful
|
| Evading the wrath of the inquisitor
|
| For in his mind, nothing, nothing is too awful
|
| He is legion, he is the conqueror
|
| Amen…
|
| But in the end
|
| Over darkness will light prevail?
|
| But in the end
|
| Will he leave behind an empty trail?
|
| But none of this is real, none of this is real
|
| If you simply walk away from the man on the hill
|
| What are you dreaming about
|
| What are you scheming about… |