A solitary man walks in the darkness of night where he meets Death and his followers. |
There, on a windy country path At the stroke of a late starless night Walks a man with a heart of pure darkness Who carries a bloodied knife haunted By souls that linger in the shadows Where no light meets their eye There, walks the lone man whose eye Cannot see on the darkened path Where no light but scary shadows Stretch in his sight at late night There, he is consumed by the haunted Souls that drift in the darkness There, in the cold deathly darkness Emerges a shadow before the mans eye There, the shadow brings the haunted A deadly black mist that floats over the path Where evil green eyes become the night There, the darkness of night brings dark shadows There, and there the evil dark shadows Drift in the thick cold darkness Now the souls bring another night This darkness blankets the mans eye Along this windy country path Comes Death’s deadly haunted There, the lone dark man is haunted By not his souls, but the dark shadows Of Death’s own chilly, horrifying path There, the man falls into Death’s darkness Here, he cannot see for his own eye Now becomes the bitter cold night There, drifts Death’s dark and black evil night Slowly he glides with his forever haunted Souls that bare an evil green eye There, comes the forever damned shadows Here, there is now Death’s pure darkness There, Death drifts along the country path Here, there is the night with the damned shadows Of the haunted leaves the lone man in darkness Where the mans eye now meets the country path |