The clouds roll in,
rain starts to fall,
as a stranger in a veil of shadows walks past,
The sky turns dark as night starts to bloom.
With a single wave of his hand,
he has sealed your doom,
the ground on witch you stand
begins to crumble,
upon his demand,
you're life would end,
thunder chimes in
and gives its rumble
because in his hand,
carries lust,
for your unloving soul.
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