In the days of darkness men feared not the sword and the lance. Nor did he fear the beast of fire... He feared.... THE AXEMAN!. . Once we lose our precious dream there's nothing left to fight.
Through the mist of not so distant future years. Comes a killer with a frame of steel. Though he may look like any other man. Something about him just isn't real.
Off in the distance the church bell rings and the raven spreads his wings. Shadows of steel fall silent in the gloom one last full moon. The future is lost payment for the crime there's no way out this time.
She comes to me in the middle of the night wearing only silk and lace. Bearing the gifts of sex and wine with a burning embrace. Long wavy hair of flaxen gold surrounds me in a dream.