Sorrowless
I am the terror you should fear tonight,
Not the horned black bird that's out of sight.
I'll be in your dreams and in your head,
You going to wish that you were dead.
I'll exploit your fears and bring you to tears.
All your sins and evil ways,
Will be your downfall on your last few days.
Its now your time to feel the pain,
And be given the burden of your shame
With all you have taken,
Your name will never be forsaken.
You rolled the dice and will pay the price
For every time you scarred a child's heart,
An end will be put to your sorrowless art.
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