The destroyer

Break into the tranquil dream
hammer in hand
Stain the good vision the paradise pastures
Bang through men and blame

Cut into wishes seperate them with doubts
Burn the edges
Rub the faces out
Taunting haunting

Screaming in this downpour
Swinging a burning sword across hope
Though my hand unprotected breaks that metal
The chase will turn i will rent a room in the mind of the destroyer

His arms and legs will dry up on earth I will spit
and they will twitch
His fear machine will have it´s bolts snapped
For his hate expecting will only know my love

Centre of the room accusers squawk
Each on his payroll with his tail in their anus´
Dismal hearts, tricky souls, insult me now
The flame they employ to speak lessens

He wants to destroy me
While part of his empire collapses
 Because of I