Deeds Of A Dead Soul

A mystery of the universe a tale of the dead

Far into the psyche and far until the end

The mind it often wonders about the few and far between

But in these lines I think you'll find that you will

believe

Oh far beyond the violent skies you can see a watchful

eye

His presence always shifting like the empty hands of time

On broken wings he tries to sing his hateful lullaby

Nobody is listening to this dull pathetic cry

His death is mourned by no one, he is the shadowed one

Now he plots from below these deeds of a dead soul

Whispers in a wind storm carry through the night

Helpless victims everywhere, all have felt his plight

The scars he's left are memorable, he waits until they

heal

Then he comes back again, to seal the final deal

Oh far beyond the violent skies you can see a watchful

eye

His presence always shifting like the empty hands of time

On broken wings he tries to sing his hateful lullaby

Nobody is listening to this dull pathetic cry

His death is mourned by no one, he is the shadowed one

Now he plots from below these deeds of a dead soul