The Man on the Hill

Standing still lifeless like a statue
On a hill swept by the wind
His feet on waves of fiery grass
The man on the hill waits alone
Staring blindly in the distance
Empty emotions fixed expression
The man on the hill stands alone
What he is… needs no company
Scheming to plant the seeds of hate
Overlooking the lands to terrorize
Painting in darkness man’s fate
Clothing himself with his demise
He feels invincible, so powerful
Evading the wrath of the inquisitor
For in his mind, nothing, nothing is too awful
He is legion, he is the conqueror
Hugging this old and mysterious book
Of dark ambitions written in time
Ageless verses from the depth inspired
Sculpting his heart, his blackened soul
He feels invincible, so powerful
Evading the wrath of the inquisitor
For in his mind, nothing, nothing is too awful
He is legion, he is the conqueror
Amen…
But in the end
Over darkness will light prevail?
But in the end
Will he leave behind an empty trail?
But none of this is real, none of this is real
If you simply walk away from the man on the hill
What are you dreaming about
What are you scheming about…