Sharpstone Mountain

Come down to the coast my dear
Run like the wind
I'll be waiting you there
I got colors and canvas ready for us
My blood is the paint
Our canvas the rocks.

Will you please help me the finnish my art
Please
I beg you with all of my heart
I know you fly with the owls tonight
But I really don't need that much of your time
A few hundred heartbeats is all I need!
In the darkness I have seen you
And the demons you have in you
Born of fire, breed in moonlight
Yes my dear soul
I know you well.

You are chapter five in my personal hell
Sharpstone mountain my dear, my own
I need one of your sharp grey stones
I need it to smash it upon a head
I need it for someone who wants to be dead!
I'll replace this stone with blood on your foot
Everything will turn out as it should.

I am coming
I am running
I'll be there very soon
I'll create it,
This is perfect
Just look at the light of the moon!
I already know what you want me to do
I know what you have to say and tell
You want to revenge your bleeding life
And cut them up like a sharp-bladed knife!
As I run towards this silhouette soul I know it's about the reach its goal
I know this is what it wants me to do
Finally here is your dream come true
I got a stone in my hand!
I'm here for you!