Drifting on wings of night,
Thinking and debating about my plight,
Will you answer my desperate plea,
As I am held above the churning foamy sea,
As I am thrown into the dark cold water,
I cannot help but cause the slaughter,
The blood of the damned is blacker than black,
Running and staining the dark tarmac,
I hold the knife in my bloodthirsty hands,
As I drag myself along these unforgiving sands,
The sea roars, calling to me,
Oh how can I ignore the sea?
Fate is a cruel mistress,
And as we all know,
When cut, blood will always flow,
Close the portal,
Slam the door,
I feel chilled to the core,
As the blade flashes and gleams I close my eyes,
Only to recieve the sound of many cries,
Screaming and roaring is heard all around,
At last I can no longer stand the sound,
I watch them die, my mortal foes,
After all, the Devil always knows....
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