Interpret:

Satyricon

Album:

Volcano

Crawling down the road of life 
another hopeless speech 
Gruesome soul numbness 
People stare, do they know 
I am suffering the tyrants 


Every gesture is a malicious attack 
a firm fist of misery 
But it shall not coincide 
with the Lion's downfall 


There are no tears 
No feeling of guilt 
Nowhere to channel the anger 
Nowhere to leave the pain 


How can they feast upon the Lion without knowing? 
...He will eventually rise again 


Hunt him down (when He is at his weakest) 
Tempt him down (on His knees if you can) 
Stronger than all (so it's futile) 


All there is left (right now) is personal pride 
Enough to return with rays of light