Lyrics

11. THE GARGOYLE

GARGOYLE :

WHAT CRAFTY HUMANS THEY ARE TO ESCAPE THEIR DESTINY

THE NEXT TIME THAT WE MEET THEY WON'T BE SO LUCKY

I CURSE MY OWN EXISTENCE, AND I CURSE HUMANITY

AND I CURSE THIS MAN CALLED LEWIS WHO CONTROLS MY DESTINY

I AM TIRED OF THIS NARROW-MINDED PACE

I WOULD JUST GO KILL THEM ALL, EXTERMINATE THE RACE

OH, IF I HAD MY FREEDOM I WOULD MAKE THEM FEAR THE NIGHT

THEIR BLOOD WOULD FILL THE STREETS, THEIR MINDS FILLED WITH FRIGHT

I MUST POSSESS THIS TALISMAN TO MAKE MYSELF COMPLETE

I'LL TRICK THIS WEAK WILLED LEWIS, USE MY POWERS OF DECEIT