Second traitor soul powerless Resist those who would silence
Give me voice withered lips Shattered teeth forced with bitter iron Hiss of escaping last gasp Cult like mortician knife All that remains is remains
Turning slowly in the starless dust never Suffering second final death alone And empty like a tomb of archaic years
Where is the beast who shut out the light? Left in the dark of incomplete empty The powerless flesh atrophy in stone casket
Take leering golden jackal Take from tortured vision
Turn back those who would restrain me Bound hands reach for neck of Jackal