Inside, he lies dormant
Defenseless, his essence hath never bloomed
Sin, saturated his soul - evil in control
A morbid creation in extol of his wrath
Immaculate conception, awaiting to be cast
To act in fury; a conqueror's life begins
As a storm of confusion, struck deep within
He felt release of anguish to a presence so serene
..Immersed in a grasp of his true reflection
This harmony suddenly collapsed
The vile emerged, and enraged at such a disturbance
He sought out purity to poison, innocence to mutilate
Virtue to corrupt, power to disobey
The shadow hath already fallen (x2)
His heart; always to struggle
His soul; the demon lord's to sway