
Birth Of A DemonLook upon this twisted visage what looms above your frightened headBirth Of A Demon by *GysKing1
Look upon it's cold blackness and know that soon you shall be dead
Gaze upon your end standing so real at the edge of dark
Gaze upon this hovering terror, frozen as petrified tree bark
But before I have my way with your very flesh and your very soul
I shall make you privy to why some take delight in this morbid goal
I shall spin a yarn of wheel and of woe
Then by tales end you shall reflect and you shall know
So listen well in the moments before your flesh and spirit are melded to mine
Escape is impossible. I am already within you. I am the very tingle in your spine
I shall