Give me back my will to live so that I might call upon some greater power to relinquish these thoughts which provoke my anguish and determination Free me of this spell by which I cannot see clearly anymore My eyes are yours but today they will be mine again This is a day of recognition by which all should know my power when they see me I am not a bastard but I am not of this world On a solom horse I shall ride the curse of my hand to your vision the only weapon I carry You will know me when you see me because my name is darkness and I come only at the first signs of your fear For this is my only gift unto you s a d i s t i c t e m p t a t i o n s sx 98