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In the dark, the whispers grow,

Rage inside begins to show.

Eyes of fire, hands of steel,

A world lost to the turning wheel.

Beast within, a quiet roar,

Tamed by none, it craves for more.

Crimson pulse in every vein,

Bound to snap, unleash the pain.

Mirrors crack, the glass will fall,

Blood will stain the silent hall.

Broken fist, the rage is near,

A heart consumed by growing fear.

In the streets, the shadows spread,

A hunter walks with eyes of red.

Bones will break, and cries will rise,

Beneath the flames that pierce the skies.

Houses crumble, lives are torn,

In the ashes, hope is worn.

Wrath unleashed, a crimson dance,

No escape, no second chance.

In the dark, the whispers grow,

Rage inside begins to show.

Eyes of fire, hands of steel,

A world lost to the turning wheel.

In the square, the deeds are done,

Blood and fire, all but one.

Hollow eyes and shattered soul,

A life has paid the final toll.

Locked away, the beast still stirs,

In the mind, it softly purrs.

One more night, it waits to rise,

Though bound in chains, it never dies.