Time is my master Time holds no key
Time is everything yet nothing to me
Abandoned wastelands of death and decay
send me your darkness, i'm willing to pay.
Burn my flesh and melt it so,
slit my wrist and cut off my toes
and i'll still be here waiting for you
You, the only thing darkness can't control
The only thing that's ever truely bold.
And yet you haven't come even though 666 has begun
and when the demons rise they will all soon meet
their demise, for nothing seems to surprise..
Me anymore, darkness is the only thing i now adore,
Forsaken my soul murder the poor..
finally there will be no more..
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