Much of Madness, More of Sin

Much of madness more of sin Prove your sane; let us begin. Did I loose or I let you win? Either path is road to ruin Out of phase, confused again? All your action, your chagrin Conjure now the force of yin Grant the power you need within Grip on hilt... Do what thou wilt My sharp claw... Whole of the law Loathsome, Delirium, Blazing hate Vicious, Eccentric, Unfair fate Suffering from lonesome years In solitude and drowned in tears Hysterical neurosis nears Intellect now disappears Alone in dark and no one cares Ugly depths of abyss stares The paradigm of doubtful fears Silent screams pervade thy ears Grip on hilt... Do what thou wilt My sharp claw... Whole of the law Loathsome, Delirium, Blazing hate Vicious, Eccentric, Unfair fate Sick Enigma Mad Stigma Now you do what thou wilt Have tight grip on the hilt Painful pirce of sharp claw Shall will be whole of law Evil blood will spill A sacrifice upon thy will Insanity you felt within Much of madness or more of sin?