The Darkness Comes
The darkness comes,
covers the sky.
The blood flows,
slowly he'll die.
Flesh pales,
skin grows cold.
There's no escape,
from death's frigid hold.
He can not run,
he can not hide.
He'll fall down dead,
eyes open wide.
Fear takes over,
terror sinks in.
In this game,
he will not win.
Blood runs cold,
the blade cuts deep.
He falls to the ground,
in a crumpled heep.
The darkness comes,
covers the sky.
The blood flows,
surley he'll die.
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