The evil that roams through the night, that feeling that somethings not right, cower from their line of sight, they catch you and you’ll die tonight
A place where a demon could dwell, commonly mistaken for hell, chaos on a whole other scale, in murder and vile we excel
Watch your back when you’re alone you’re trespassing in a demons home
There’s no point don’t try to run
Evil conquers and all will succumb
The lowest quality of life cut off at the end of a knife
A constant state of decline
There is no mercy your life denied
Nothing left to be said
Prepare for a life of constant dread
So watch your back and check your head before you end up as another one dead.