Mistweaver A Madman's Epitaph
Looking from this window
The full moon in the night
Waiting for the end
For my death to come
Madness in my mind
Voices in my head
Visions of the dead
I scream and cry
Twisted are my thoughts
My lunatic brain
May soon the gallows
Release my soul
Out there in the street
The crowd want me to die
The rope tightens round my neck
I'll soon hang at the gallows' end
Soon i'll be dead
But never forgotten
Never forgiven
For my legacy of pain
A legacy of death
And depravated tortures
When the night comes
Even dead i'll be remembered
Children will be warmed
About the madman i was
And in their nightmares
I will appear
Now it's time to die
May death relieve my pain
My enraged eyes
Will turn into blood
