Manilla Road Mystification
Through the winds of time A poet found The Key To The Elder Rhyme Some call the song mystic With tales of gore And terror in the night His words, no more, Have kept me mystified An art revealed to no one Some say insanity A lesson from The Baron Master of mystery I'm mystified Shadows of his thoughts Bring horror to the mind Legions of the lost Brought forth by his design Morbid tales unfold That leave thee terrified Poetry of old To keep thee mystified Macabre words of fear Created in the night Death always so near Manifesting fright In his work I've seen A strange and mystic light His life-long dream Was to mystify Decadence and suffering Devils in the bellfry Art of Black Arts Summoned by his rhyme Dark and evil madness Induced by his passion For mystification Of the mind, mystify
