Embraced with darkness and secrets I bleed
For justice to be served some must plead
Oh, and as for this smile you see,
It is not one of joy, but one of deception
The thought of your immolation
Brings me such satisfaction.
I can honestly say that I am not yet healed,
And no you cannot see my scars
Because my emotional scars are sealed behind my smile,
You are a man that is respected, but feared,
But sorry my dear friend
My pain has not disappeared
But the thought of your immolation
Is the satisfaction I revered.
Amontillado! You desired,
but by the matter of time you were blind.
You were all bet on a pipe,
and you left your life behind.
The satisfaction of your gone,
Makes me think I am doing no wrong.
Of course, I was not the first to be hurt
But no one shall be hurt again.
But this I cannot leave in the past
You have come to my vaults in search of a cask
But sorry my dear friend
I must complete my disagreeable task
Because my satisfaction is too great
I’m so glad you took my bait
No longer will you pain me
No more pain I shall feel
Tonight my sorrows will end
And maybe I will finally start to heal
It is not just revenge I seek
For having the satisfaction of my impunity
I pray I am a not a freak
Soon, I will make you feel it all.
You made me feel the torture,
so I’ll make you feel the pain that ran through my veins.
I must extinguish this burning fire
For that is all I really desire.
The satisfaction of you being extinguished
will bring down this burning fire.
No one has ever confronted my fears.
No! No one knows about the tears.
This deed will be finished by dawn
You can beg and plead
But forgiveness is gone
The satisfaction of me doing no wrong
Grows, and grows. Eternally strong.
So I shall leave you in this place
For no one to listen
Not a single ear
I’m filled with satisfaction,
as your bells scream in fear.
You think this is a joke,
but this only your consequence.
The pain and suffering you lead upon me,
is now buried with you and all my secrets.
My satisfaction I praised,
As my face was hidden in the torches blaize.
You were a fool to believe me,
Not that you weren’t one anyways
You don’t have an oxygen mask,
My satisfaction of your gone,
Because you’re hidden in the cask,
All because you wanted The Amontillado.
