Deacon of the Avesti
Is it peace?
Is it truth?
Is it glory?
Your life is a lie crafted of the most fragile woods
And you are standing in the fire
Will a lifetime of penance make up for a childhood of regret?
Will laughing hide the pain you keep within?
Will the gun in your hand fill the void in your soul?
Or are you exactly what you seem?
You act as if everyone is your brother and there's nothing to fear
But I am not your brother
And you can fear me
What will happen when all you believe is ruined?
What will happen if the end comes and you prove unworthy?