"The Warlock"

I was born in the forest deep When a wolf moved on a doe; I was born to the rushing wind And to the rotting leaves. I was born away from this world And I never knew its cold, The cold of which I was spawned And over which I'd grieve. And so, a lost child of night Craves to wander the lamp-lit streets But for every step he takes He feels fade the sickly dream, He knows naught of the kin of man He learns the vile of its race And of sense he tried to make Only fading fucking memories remain. I was sent to a place unknown In a sinking ark of care I try to walk the lamplight - road And it seems to go nowhere. I was born in the deepest dream, A haven - for me alone I was born from the dying seed Of all evils humans hold. And so, a lost child of night Craves to wander the lamp-lit streets But for every step he takes He feels fade the sickly dream, He knows naught so he justifies He sees far - but sees no cure, No answer true to the question he Can recall no more.