Devil's Children The Devil’s Children With temerity and vulgarity inwrought seamlessly throughout our fabric Our calling is all but lost in the pages of time Our eyes obsessed with magic We laugh at the sages past; their words mean nothing, arrogance our crime Who is worthy to challenge Death, is everyman not tainted with his own folly? For Death does not wait, nor do the dead wake Accursed, bound to it eternally Our desperate hearts yearn for truth and life, yet our faces bow to the snake But do not despair, for through faith your hope shall be grasped completely Material life is but a veil that delicately blinds you But true wisdom ignores the worldly Into the wicked dark the world shall fade, but in the light you are made anew