westward bound i ve seen the light of day the paintings on the walls of inner caves only appear where the light can t reach o what a blessing that my shadow follows me i choose i choose where the light gets in an image mirroring my very being upon the canvas that is the earth we tread that is the soil on which we step and would you think me to be wrong as i speak to you it s been too long since i have seen your face and would you think me to be wrong as i speak these truths to you it s been too long then stay your tongue lest i cut it where you stand o vile and sordid lech your tongue so laced with barbs and filth that it could blight the very earth and sicken us all beyond repair o lecherous one stay your tongue lest i cut it where you stand don t think for a second that you d be spared and would you think me to be wrong as i speak to you and would you think me to be wrong as i speak these truths to you o how they ve long laid dormant so hidden occult and buried neath your cinders and this won t be the last of it heed my words o pilgrim this won t be the last of it silence o lecherous and vile one i condemn you to a never ending quiet silence o unholy and perverse one i condemn thee to ageless damnation o be silent de sanctifier pillager i condemn thee to speak no more quiet o unenviable cursed one i must travel westward bound