Here be the compositions of an old aquaintance. He is a most talented bard
A pit opens under us Hollow walls, like a heart with no soul
Fire attacking from below Wander aimlessly, death is your goal
Rising is the Demoness No pain, no sorrow, no love to feel
Who's come to take your soul. Life has ended, it lost it's appeal
Two in the morning Below the Earth's surface
A chill through the night Behind water and rock
Crickets stop chirping Surrounded by lava
For death is coming tonight Sitting on a red block
Strong winds begin to blow The almightly Lucifer
A pain you feel down deep The name of the devil
You collapse to the ground All around the world
Then death.......Eternal sleep. For your honour we revel.
What is life if your soul is sold?
What is life at a hundred years old?
What is life when you are dead and rotten?
It is a past dream that can only be forgotten
Coldness drifts, the sky is bleak
Clouds come in, the moon at it's peak
A silent howl.....how could that be?
Death controls your mind.....insanity
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