I can see you,
dancing in my shadow.
I can hear you,
singing my cursed songs.
One by one, I will rise
And push you out of the sun.
Day by day, day and night,
You will no longer ruin my fun.
Because...
I am bound...
For Hell.
I am bound, bound, bound to Hell!
I am bound, bound, bound for Hell!
You threw me aside,
Like a thought in the breeze.
You have stolen my voice,
Like a witch from the sea.
Now I am coming,
Coming,
To set myself free! I am coming,
Coming,
For you...
I am bound, bound, bound for Hell!
I am bound, bound, bound to Hell!
But I will not go!
Not alone...
I am taking company.
I will not leave...
This world alone...
as I am embracing clarity.
Because I am Bound,
Bound,
Bound for Hell.
And you are coming,
Coming,
Coming...
Along...
With me...
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Gosh this was so intense and powerful! I loved it!