The Dragon In Red

I'm acting straight from nine to five
you'd think I lead a quiet life
a gentle guy - seems kind-a shy
anonymous to passers by

my master plan you can't conceive
so far from all that you believe
'cause I transcend your normal state
I act with love not out of hate

tears of blood through darkness flow
the pain is hidden - no one knows
these halls of carnal sin concealed
a beauty yet to be revealed

breathing walls with lust are laden
blood enough for me to bathe in
that in the end shall make me one

but still I rest in my cocoon
the time of triumph coming soon
underneath a bloody moon

I am a maker of art
I'm shaping the dead
a master with knives
I am a maker of art
the dragon in red
the taker of lives

I choose my victims carefully
each one is very dear to me
I watch them beg and scream - then sigh
so beautiful before they die
like angels in their agony
a work of art and purity
when I on them my love bestow
I feel my power - feel it grow

the color red of blood so fine
sweeter than the sweetest wine
corpses white in anguish frozen
each and every one is chosen
for the perfect symmetry
for the entire world to see
meet the maker: I am He

(R. Strunch)