Thy Evil Come.. Poem by Oscar Mork

Would madness ever stand alone
Inside this cage of memories
Pick up the leaves of this fallen tree
And make me whole

Could the inside of sanity
Ever consume the remains of me
Made a lie that will follow me
Into the arms of the dead

Wish away the grief I`ve shed
Gone asleep in the Halls of the dead
Let Thy Evil Come
Thy Shall Be Done

Darkness moves where Light should be
And the soul cries out set me free
Let My Evil Come
I Shall Be Done