• The demons are gathering
    The humans are hiding
    The air is flooded with a chill

    The wolves are howling
    The crows are calling:
    "Tonight is the night they kill."

    A wind screeches in the night
    A star falls from the sky
    The calm before the storm has arrived

    No hope remains
    In this barren waste land
    Not even their savior will survive

    Screams fill the night
    As the doemons play
    Their toys of flesh-and-blood never last long

    With the blood-stained moon
    They laugh in wicked glee
    As they sing their demonic song

    All the tears of pain
    And begging to be spared their life
    Does nothing but encourage them, you see

    You can not change a demon
    And you're a fool to think
    That they'll turn and leave you be

    The demon sonata
    Fills the night
    It harmonizes with their screams

    They laugh as they die
    You can't help but wonder why
    You'd be lucky if it was a dream

    Demon Sonata
    Demon Sonata
    "Rivers of a whilted rosebud,
    They shall dine in your blood."