Volume Control For A Revenge Fantasy

The caustic taste of unwitting victory.
The sting of a snake in the tall-grown grass.
Somewhere an angel's been ravaged.
Somewhere my angel's been ravaged.
So he could wear it's wings.
Wave goodbye to this alchemist.
I'm storming his fortress and taking his gold.
With fate on my side his spirit will break with a thousand Times the shards of his promises.
Standing in the shadow waiting for the sun bright enough to Burn his eyes out.
And more glorious yet, the day when the martyrs return the Damage they withstood.
Damage they withstood