The Murdering Mind Lyrics
if she were done away withkilled or ploughed,she did not seem to serve a useful endand certainly she was not beautifulI have no time to tell youhow I come to be a killerbut you should know, as time will shownthat I am society's pillarTo bleed doth cheer the pensiveand remove the raging firesbred by burning love.
Morgul The Murdering Mind
