The Art Of Resurrection

The blunted razor bow glides
O'er the rusted strings of life
Another hapless soul is gone
And shall be on the table tonight

Though knowledge too does cost
Every man must have his price
I'll drink to that before
I set about the town to feed my vice

Tip-toe past headstones laughing
Dark lanterns blink in passing fog
Eyes gleaming, hearts beaming
Graveward we go, scheming

The act of desecration
Soothes the raging conflagration
Happy as the day is long
But is it enough for me?

This is my calling
This is my fate
This is my destiny
This is the only way

Once upon a moonlit murder
Once upon a sinful eve
A feeling oh so pure
It's flesh for coin, and death for the joy we receive

Yes, Auld Reekie has secrets to hide
And come sundown, folks are terrified
But it's the name of the game, and a curse of the mind
Ask no questions, drown the light inside

This is my calling
This is my fate
This is my destiny
This is the only way

Once upon a moonlit murder
Once upon a sinful eve
A feeling oh so pure
It's flesh for coin, and death for the joy we receive
Like wraiths amongst the shadows
Are my nocturnal sect
Black is the road I follow
I resurrect

'Tis not light work, this night work is a pain
My pockets jingle though, so all is not in vain
The silent kill, the violent thrill, it is second to none
I am not evil, I am merely just a passenger on this world's trip around the Sun

Once upon a moonlit murder
Once upon a sinful eve
A feeling oh so pure
It's flesh for coin, and death for the joy we receive
Like wraiths amongst the shadows
Are my nocturnal sect
Black is the road I follow
I resurrect