Lamb Of God - The Subtle Arts Of Murder And Persuasion

The Subtle Arts Of Murder And Persuasion

The dark crow man sits and stares into the oblivion into cold into nothingness;
its snowing in his mind.
Hes created himself in his own image.
Lust held for himmeans naught,
a knock on the door brings no smile to his cruel lips;
the welcome in a womans eyes holds nothing for him.
Alone on his haunches the hair raises on the back of his neck.
His dead eyes pierce the night.
As his gaze falls down on the city it fills himthe method ascertained, conviction.
He knows what to do and moves to commit the deed.