Hound of the Damned

Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk It is walking toward me, without hurrying. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Jean Cocteau Tell me, little friend, what's on your mind? Tell me, boy, where do you think you're going? Hey, you were an easy prey to find: your confusion, outrage is showing I refuse to live my life in fear Hiding in the dark from every shadow Even if I'd feel that the end is near it wouldn't change a thing by now, as I know: empire's weaker than it claims and very soon'll come crashing down in flames Everybody alive's gonna envy the dead yet a wish to survive's getting inside your head Spinning left, turning right as the door's being slammed: you're alone in the night but a Hound of the Damned And no bullet no shell and no demon in hell, and no merciful God's gonna keep us apart Now you're ceasing to be - teardrop in the sand and the last thing you'll see... me, a Hound of the Damned