Flares from the dying sun
Drill a hole into the ocean floor
Seething the surface of waves
As smoke erupts
From the cave
I tried, I tried to appease the evil
Growing fast in the bottom of my heart
But I know It will devour me
Use my body to feast
Lurking over my every move
Wish for my time to come
Praying praying that I lose my hold
But my blood will never run cold
Over and over I make the same mistakes
My soul is ready for death to take
The stones guarding the devils crypt
Will rot away in a flood of filth
Nail my body to a tree and let the crows devour me
Black blood drips from my throat
But I'm still breathing
In the last month of daylight
When the darkness comes none will survive
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