I have heard…
The sounds of the choir
Many, making merry as one
As I stood
A solitary shadow on the sun
As the voices raised up loud
Ghost
A member of and separate from the crowd
I knew then
What I've always known
Eremitic Slayer
The music is so much more mellifluous 
When I'm on my own

We've danced
We've run
Stalked and killed
Out of necessity
For the tingle
The pack and me
We've flown
Here and everywhere
Oh the destruction we've sown
And I knew then
What I've always known
Eremitic Slayer
The carnage is so much sweeter 
When I'm on my own

The darkness
I crave
The light
The silence
Inherently
Echoes of… 
My destiny
Chosen and
Encoded for me
I know now
What I've always known
Eremitic Slayer
The view will always be best 
When I'm on my own

I'll hound my glory
And requital
In the depraved company
Of my kind
And independently
In a pit of pitch-black, bloodstained wine
Phantom warrior
Eremitic Slayer
I've always known
I was born to be…
On my own


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