Angry Soul

Take this wrap of vine, let it swell in the heat of night

I am not angry, I am sad, and I shall hang in the hell of the well

In the dark, I will sleep, I am the soul of the keeper of peace

With my sins, I shall finally rest, in the dawning of all to see

Where my soul can escape me, in the halls of ancient times

I do not fit in with today's mankind, I was sworn to live in the past

And now my love for lust, and sweat from tears, my angry soul

Will never fear, death before me