Demon rock.

Demon paradise.

A long lost fantasy,

Now as cold as ice.


Who goes there?

Who walks the night?

I can hear your moans,

Your grunts and sighs.


Show yourself tonight.

I want your kind dead.

The sun will rise,

But you won’t.


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