01 - Prepare yourself for what is about to come

Let me rip the throat of your still warm body
Cover my eyes with the blood of lying fool
A person you sought after innocence in my arms
A person you took advantage of
For I am the fool
I am the fool you walked past threw these lies
I am the man that shall be punished
Let it be known that we create a desire and that we are the only creatures that can

02 - The tide

As the sun died in the background of the autumn trees, the cries ceased
The wind blew across the cold and blistered ground
Her vivid leaves danced in the air only inches above the ground they slept upon
The wind began to grow robbing the branches of the willow tree
With this the cries ceased
One by one the leaves fell upon the cold ground as the wind gathered itself once again