Incentive - Epica

How can we conduct

Symphonies of our destruction

Without having a clue

How to interpret the darkest notes

There is no need to feel so depraved

A spotless disease is what I am

All of those fools that I have enslaved

Were so long ago already damned

There is no need to be so engaged

The master of the stash is what I am

All this distress that I have engraved

Is forming the path that I defend

Come with me, acquire the key

To unlock forbidden doors

Come with me, be finally free

The incentive, your decree

There is no need to feel so alone

When your white guide knocks you at the door

Don’t you disappoint her, no don’t you dare

She’ll destroy you in the quick, to the bone

Come with me, on your knees

The celebration ends

Come with me, never flee

Save me from this