Bill was running
Running down the hill
Away from witch's angry thrill 
Stopped on a hunch and uttered a swift spell
Banishing the hag to hell
Or someplace else just as swell
It's a script he's played before
Recently and in the days of yore
There's power, power 
Power in the word
From the hands and mouth 
of the Blakest bird
Power, power in the word

You've been hesitating
Not wanting to
Attempt any weaving
Hung up on someone else's song
Their warped perception of right and wrong
No more
You knew you could
While you paused on the idiot preacher's
Hypocritical slant on evil and good
No more

Demise and destruction
Pleasure and pain
Are as natural
As sunshine and rain
To thee
Billy
It's more than just a match and rhyme
It's a skill innate 
You've had for the longest time
Ease of pen
Clarity of mind
Practice, practice
Summon a daemon
Unleash a shadow
Bound the beautiful
Punish the betrayer
Plague the ex-lover
Vanquish the slayer
In times of peace
In times of war
Billy boy
Wise up and…
Be all that you are

It's not the jaded hype which you tell
They watch and read
Because they know or suspect you well
It's not the silent look they fear
They tread with caution 
Around the wrath of an invisible spear
The gift of death
The burden of a wretched life
The thing's you've seen
Things to come
Thine will be done
The things you've heard
There's power, power
Power in the word

Blak Bird
Let the pious and foolish pray
Let the vile and cold-hearted slay
Let the young lovers be romantic
And… 
Let the necromantic
Febricity
Set the fiendish
Warriors free
For you 
Billy
Set them free
Free as a bird
Destiny calls
There's power
Power in the word

Blak Bird


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