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Weak mortal scary

My darkness paralyzes you

You sweep and your heart benumbs

Your blood gets warm and your body shakes.

Here I am in my shadow

Waiting you accept me

Sharpening my scythe to bless your hindhead.

I'm the demon in your dreams

You run and wish to awake

But if you look well, I'm the god

Who will give you the eternal rest.

Weak mortal scary

My darkness paralize you

You sweep and your heart benumbs

Your blood gets warm and your body shakes.

Poor mortal, tormented by your blame

Bathed in you own tears

Hoarse by his cries

Humiliated by  his impotence.