CRUELTY:

My fate lay upon his twisted old tongue,

Should I stay here, or should I maybe run?

In his gnarled hardened fist, my destiny lay,

Deep down, shadowing the place I used to play.

In the toe of his boot, where his kicks now slept,

In the sole beneath, where the devil oft stepped,

In the eyes of evil pewter, of Hades darkened flint,

I lie still & watching, calculating his very next stint.

I´ll send a prayer to the Gods of my dearest desire,

And with the cough of the wind & the belch of fire,

Prayers answered in smoke & the burning of flesh,

All cruelty ends, my destiny starts anew & afresh.