Dreamlore Degenerate

For thou sweepest me in thy robe of guilt

With garments forged in spiteful steel

No tainted pride shall make conviction cease

None shall be unto thee proven worthy of thy utmost fear

Let alone the silent longing instinct shun the ones you dear

As the hunter boldly stalks his prey, intoxicated

Conviction reigns where truth might sway intimidated

Silence the bore shun the ones you dear

The hunt is over so the feast begins

What feast is enduring when all is said and done

Ever change of hearts, the hunter's reason fail

The hunt is treason

The hunt is over so the feast begins

Why search for endurance when all is said and done?