The Devil's Hand

After the storm the hate was born Torn from the childhoods warmth Lost in time Lost in Life I broke away from the repent of lies So I walked Endless miles away Sought the company of the road Solitude it gave I continued to walk It was march or the grave I came across misery I conquered fear I challanged fate As the beast they created I always operated On the dark side of life Wrapped in shade Like a wolf I stray They see me coming But they look away I am a shadow That can always be seen But never touched I am their worst dream