• Demented

    The blood on my hands,
    The blood on the wall;
    The blood of the world
    That curses us all.

    Falling into darkness,
    Possessed with force.
    It is only you I crave
    And your blood, of course!

    As the world stops spinning
    Your heart is condemned.
    The screams fade away,
    And my love goes with them.

    The blood, the blood,
    The screaming of threats.
    The chaining of hands
    And terrible regrets.

    When the end comes,
    It comes fast.
    Dragons of doom,
    Then a lone, fiery blast.