The days pass by in icy-calm defiance; smoke rises as I watch the sky bleed patiently quelling the desire for violence Rogues such as I prowl wickedly in silence; a common trait for my malcontent breed, contently passing the days in icy-calm defiance. My pride and frank contentious arrogance leaves me incorrigible & unwilling to accede; discord fueling my fierce desire for violence. Savage rogues greet others with insolence, gladly honoring the traditions of our creed; those offended are flouted in icy-calm defiance Fuck the community, I can only offer pestilence; your children shall receive this malignant seed then they too will hunger, and yearn for violence. Nothing, no one can offer merciful deliverance; all that can ease the pain is watching the sky bleed, while letting the days pass by in icy-calm defiance- patiently quelling the fierce desire for violence.