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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."
- Title: The Demon's Sonata
- Artist: Pykra
- Description: When I read this, I imagine it being sung by a little girl as she watches her village being burned down right before her eyes. The culprit? DEMONS
- Date: 11/20/2009
- Tags: demons sonata rose blood
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