On one fateful night
A soul was concieved
Blinded from sight
Is yet be decieved

Long years all pass
Full with soft strain
A feverish young mass
Everyday felt as rain

By day he was delighted
And at night, sleep revival

Til the day...
His father raptured
By the man in the sky
The boy would begin to cry..

Is art thou not God..?

Now he would be punished
Being nothing but himself
All his likes be demolished
As his mind began to welt

As his caretaker sit high
In a sky of denial
Not even hear the boy's sigh

And when time progressed
He would dream be laid to rest
His father would turn him depressed

Weep beneath the sky
Turns around from the flock
For he was out of their trend
They portayed to ascend

Now he isn't in their way
For day by day he would pray
Not to God, not delayed
His heavy mind will not sway

So now he cries
Hiding his innermost thought
Through all of life's lies
Now determined to be brought
To silence...

So to all who he hates
He will not give a damn
No want for any rates
For I am that Black Lamb...