Dark Tranquillity Dreamlore Degenerate

Words: Stanne
For thou sweepst me
in thy robe of guilt
with garments forged
in spiteful steel
No tainted pride
shall make conviction cease
None shall be unto thee proven
worthy of thy outmost fear
Let alone the silent longing
instinct shun the ones you dear
As the hunter boldly stalks his prey
intoxicated
Conviction reigns where truth might sway
intimidated