Murdered in cold blood
Brow covered in guiltless sweat
Teardrops run down one cheek
The other sees only black
A night that still haunts me
A thought I wish to forget
My soul stands before me
And so now we begin the plot
A demon or a servant
Whichever way he’s seen
He is here to serve me
Together we’ll get it back
What I once held dear and near
Duty calls underground
I’m still plotting my pay back
Unravelling a rope
So twisted my fingers bled
Call upon my partner
My darkness and my guide
Gothic curtains cannot hide
The rage that burns within
Let me have revenge.
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