Shadows of the Reaper creep, damn it, I can’t sleep again
Feeling umbral forces present, demons keep peeping in
Morning Star’s pawns, Hellspawn and fire seeping in
Plenty to go around, plenty of sin leaking in
Sink I keep bleeding in, sheep keep bleating in
Pain, wash the blood of the lamb off my face

I walk and I walk, changing my pace
Every night I see another dark feather; he’s giving chase
Six black wings follow me, see the sky darkening
See my heart hollowing, the Fallen One’s harming me
Angels cry tears and call out chants in harmony
It’s too late, Lucifer has already martyr’d me

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