Seventh Wonder

He came from the mountains up north
And the memory remains
Like blood on my sleeve
That won't go away
A man from the mountains up north
He ripped of a smile
From this little boys face
When you went away
A little spark grew
And the art of hating you
Hold me father
Embrace me with your ever smile
Sole survivor
And shine upon me like a star
Fear me pagan
As I am coming to end your list
The son of a murdered father lives inside of me
So bow for me pagan
And in heaven I write your name
And may the colour remind me of life once again
As it pours from the edge of my blade
A feeling still fresh in my memory
When you closed his eyes
You took out my light as well
Turned heaven to hell