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by Amba Jul 4, 2005 category : Dark, fantasy / dark, horror
The demons come out to stalk, Who ever is feeling Stressed Whisper secrets in there ears, Telling them They are nothing more then less The sun wont shine, Nor will nothing else grow The fire is high, The Demons Double, Our spirts linger low. The Angles Run, so scared so Frail The little kids follow the demons, the wrong Trail. We are but nothing, We are all dead. Why waste The tears, When blood can be shed. Beautiful hearts, have all fallen to earth, The kingdom of Demons, shall rebirth. We will all run, or we will become what they are But id rather die slowly, like a falling Star