Will You Love Me Now? - Ihsahn

One great man was silent

Of his superiority

He was openly flattered

And hated silently

Another spoke of his will to aspire

To create beyond himself

And the self-inflicted impotent man

Felt spat at by all ambition

The solitary pierced the skin of denial

And the blood would colour the sky

A futile display to those whose heads

Are always turned towards the ground

Staring into the mud

Into the heart of emptiness

Where they squirm desperately

Like wing-clipped flies

And the whining parasite man

To whom pity and gloating are the same

This spineless parody of man

Will devour even himself in secrecy

In secrecy

Will you love me now

You, whose feeling of dignity is a matter of subtraction?

Will you love me

Now that I have revealed your un-nakedness?

Will you love me now

You whose perception of justice equals your will to corrupt?

Will you love me

When I cut trough all the layers of your vanity?

Will you love me now

You, who cling to a heart so fragile even your gods must suffer for you

Could you love truth?

Could you love truth

Even in secrecy?

And they gathered

In their halls of justice

Halls of mirrors

Halls of echoes

And they gathered

In their houses of worship

Within the walls of the unspoken

Sheltered from the rain