Skye Maelstrom Faust
Rooted in the Insane
One time over with the pain.
Burning and yet it's still the same.
With stolen eyes from footed snake
And a guardian toe of absent lake.
Beautiful words no more blind;
Canto well inside my mind.
Hail to our god, the worthy king;
Honorable sir, your praises sing.
The lying lies are good for good.
A bridge is metal unless of wood.
I've eaten bread and supped the wine.
All gifts in hell are surely mine.
Four times over with the pain.
Burning up, it's still the same.
Watching eyes - a stealthy snake.
My toes are crushed beneath the lake.
Twice Rooted (Reprise of Rooted in the Insane)
Two times over with the pain.
Bitterness is all the same.
Stolen thoughts I must make,
Alone in a bed I can't take.
Pity for the helpless is here.
Don't run what you should fear.
Is god down, over around,
Falling faster to the ground?
Living and dying on this ball,
Is a living heaven gone for all,
Guarded by the fools now.
Here's a king - down you bow.
Twice again with so much pain.
Bitterness here is never sane.
Stolen thoughts not to make.
Alone in my head - I can't fake.
Thrice Rooted (Rooted in the Insane III)
Three times over - no more pain.
Burning still - it's all the same.
My eyes like that of the snake.
The guardian has drowned in the lake.
Beautiful you are even though blind.
Sing your nightmare in my mind.
Hail to the gods who killed the king
And left me here - to death I sing.
This life of lies is no more good.
I'd leave this place if I could.
But the fools of hell would be mine,
If only I could drink the wine.
Three times over - so much pain.
Bitterness is a burn I can't name.
The eyes I've stolen from the snake
Watch from over the bloody lake.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living
or dead, is entirely coincidental. This story is a copyright of Skye
Maelstrom Faust (Michael Woods), 1998. All rights reserved.