Dreamlore Degenerate

For thou sweepst me In thy ribe if guill With garments forged In spiteful steel No tainted pride Shall make conviction cease None shall be unto thee proven Worthy of thy out most fear Let alone the silent longing Instinct shun the ones you dear As the hunter boldly stalks His prey intoxicated Conviction reigns where Truth might sway intimidated Silence the bore Shun the ones you dear The hunt is over So the feast begins What feast is enduring When all is said and done Ever change of hearts The hunter's reason fail The hunt is treason The hunt is over So the feast begins Why search for endurance When all is said and done?