The Spectator watches the fallen,war torn, world around him
As he stands on top of a gothic cathedral so grim
He's dressed in black as the darkness of night
Only his green eyes shows it's bright, hypnotic light
He's soaked in liquor and smells of blood
As he looks down and sees bodies of corpses in the mud
He drinks in order to forget about his love
Whose voice was sweet like a coo of a dove
She cheated on him which caused him strife
And took her down and ended her life
He's a nocturnal and forever alone
Always hearing the cathedral bells' dark tone
For they are always in chime
Like a clock ticking away time
The bells and the sound of her voice was driving him insane
That he jumped off the cathedral to end his pain
He was once a child who became a man
Now he will turn into dust and go back to how it all began
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