i stared into the eyes of a madman

the mirror won´t tell me no lies

he´s insane and was labelled a bad man

i saw through his brilliant disguise

i gazed into a void cloaked in darkness

a pain that no words can describe

but in his heart residing in glory

is the Lion of the conquering tribe

some people choose to worship the devil

some people choose to worship the Lord

but only a magnificent anvil

can bring forth a magnificent sword

LARZ GUSTAFSSON    090805