Treasure Island

Gypsy Boy Varey


Lucifer Calls


Somethings are not easy, and hardest of all
Is to stand up and fight, when Lucifer calls

In the deepest dark night, when all lights are out
And the black dog scents blood, fear, panic and doubt

When the walls close in tight, and reapers walk tall
And the beast is unchained, to gatecrash the ball

Remember at day break, the sun will rise high
And burn off the dark clouds, that cover the sky

In the silence of night, demons are abroad
Yet fall by the light of the suns burning sword

Submitted: Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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