Heavy Metal Monk

What kind of a fool do you take me for?The lust of a monk or a troubadourI must be the last of a dying raceWhat virtue is wrought from a man who is chaste?And spiteful enough for a holy warWhat kind of a man do you think I am?A master who's failed at his own examThis knowledge of life has become a cageA prison where reason has turned to rageA hawk that circles a pentagramWhat kind of a face do these people see?A creature enslaved by his inquiryA chain of thought that will never stopPerhaps a bull in a china shopA monster trapped in a libraryI'm caught in this race's own graveyardI'm piecing together unholy shardsA man that died of his mental healthAn age that turned it against himselfAnd left to gather his own rewardWhat ever does this world want from me?A martyr for a moral tragedy