The Immaculate Truth
I am not resting, I am dead.
A concealed treachery, stained with my soul.
Hell is my weapon, Love is my bane.
Emptiness befalls me, leaving a frigid taste.
Holding a forbidden will of vile thought
I am not resting, I am dead.
Lost in retribution, the evasive truth may never come,
But I will no remain bound, I won't be imprisoned.
Hell is my weapon, Love is my bane.
That unforgiving day, A fateful encounter with death.
I cannot forget the pain, I will not acknowledge the sin.
I am not resting, I am dead.
Like the waves invading the land like a never ending battle,
my soul wanes between light and dark.
Hell is my weapon, Love is my bane.
I can feel her, the sorrow of her undeniable deceit
Her attainment of the immaculate truth long ago,
Knowing that I am not resting, I am dead.
Hell may no longer be my weapon, but love is still my bane.
This is about a man who got killed by his wife and he at first is agitated, but then he notices that he loves her too much to hold a grudge. It goes pretty well with Soul Calibur because of the "Hell is my weapon, Love is my bane" part.
 CamperCarl00 · Tue Jan 16, 2007 @ 06:18pm · 2 Comments |
