As the winds of dark blow and the Blood Moon fills, the demons of hell arise.
They come in the night, seeking your soul. Do not let your eyes…
Fall upon them. They steal your soul and watch as your heart dies.
If your scared, do not cry. Make a peep and you will… Die…
The Dark and Demented are Always Welcome
The Happy Light is Shunned
Pain is a Friend, Happy is Not
I am Such Great Fun
I am the one you do not know
I am the one you seek
I am the one that you fear
Do not make a peek…
Do not turn
Do not cry
Do not run
You wont die
Am I friend, am I foe
This is something you dont know
Give me your trust and you will see
How great I can be
The Spawn of Satin arise, the Angels of God desend. Who will win in the end?
The Angels attack first,with a beam of white shine.
The demons are hit, but they look fine.
The demons strike back, with an unholy power.
The battle drags on hour ‘n’ hour.
These angels and demons of which I have said.
They are what happens inside your head.
Whenever you need to make a desision,
these creatures fight with extreme precision.
What is right and what is not,
that is why this battle is faught.
Who you side with, thats up to you.
It will affect all that you do.
Yes, I am a dark person. It is how I was born and I accept it. Death is absolution, and I symply accept it. When you accept this fact your life becomes much easier. “My Heart, Your Beats” Look it up.
No I do not need a theripist… He quit already Laughs Minacly While Slowly Fading Away