This time I found myself in the woods The result of a successful kidnapping She was only seventeen, but I could be wrong She was all the woman I needed her to be I knew I had this coming Since God wished her dead and I refused She woke something peculiar within me Which made me sweat and act confused I defiled her twice to the sounds of her screams She owned the key to the door of my dreams And I could not let her die like this Seduced by the sweetness of her lips The hunter became the hunted My connection with Him had seized to be I was left to my own devices But I never felt so free I think I felt what others call love It was a new sensation to me All I ever knew I had to question now And it made me sick to my stomach somehow Whose orders had I been carrying out? Was it Satan who spoke to me? Am I a misunderstood servant of God in distress Or the insane murderer they describe in the press