They Say Krezen sold his Soul.
When he dipped his fangs in blood and bones.
Well he dove head first into the deep.
He lived for a moment Wild and Free.
Carried on he danced too close to the Fire, on his own.
Kept his silence, so don't ask cause nobody's home.
When you live your life full of lust,
Sometimes you get cuts to the bone,
Sometimes you get keys to the throne.

Well the star filled nights are on parade,
Until tomorrow swerves into Yesterday.
With no end in sight, there's no last call!
It's just Pills and Pipes and Alcohol!
When you live life full of lust,
Sometimes you get cuts to the bone,
Sometimes you get keys to the throne.

Sometimes He has one foot in the grave,
It reaches up and grabs ahold!
Will Masters quickly turned to Slaves
Where Souls are bought, Souls are Sold.

Krezen, well he creeps the streets unknown.
No Name, no face just a Ghost Alone.
With the fix he's in no longer free!
There's no bringing Krezen back to thee.
Carried on, he danced too close to the fire on his own
Kept his silence, so don't ask cause nobody's home.
When your life is full of lust,
Sometimes you get cuts to the bone,
Sometimes you get keys to the throne.

Now he's got two feet in the grave.
Seems he's dug himself too deep a hole.
No dragons left for him to slay.
His demons squeezed out all of his hope.
Only one God to obey, reaches down and takes ahold!
Now Krezen can't get away, now he's lost all control!
The Master has quickly turned to Slave
Where streets run Black and take him Whole!
Where Souls are Bought and Souls are Sold!


Penned by my hand on the 20th of Mayan, in the year 841 AF.