Old Man's Child

elements of war in cold human detest scan the world invade, kill the rest no remorse come forth, demonize break through infest their soul in silence of night as hell returns evil's might completes raise the flag of hate and praise shall be won for th

I can hear the demons call from within my inner self I can feel destruction roars from beyond another world they rape my mind as I try to resist but I can't cause I'm just like them I will roam this earth I'm reborn by the devils birth Open the gates

A world gone blind Delusions never end A world gone wild Where hate is all untamed Flesh will shatter As evil debarks The shades of hope Will slowly dissolve to dust Defied by life itself Remnants of an earlier past Lost in time repelled by thier god

Demons of the Thorncastle Deep within the shadowland Far beyond the distance Lies a castle upon the hills Unsettled for a thousand years The soldiers that lived there once Warriors from the north Died beneath their enemies blade And ended with defeat

Trapped in a fire that burns in my soul Like parasites infesting my skin Screaming for vengeance, and vengeance is mine With my faith I will prevail Chained to times of despair As the end is close and my demons are here Craving for my inner thoughts

In the mist of the morning light's shadows triumphant, he stands battered and proud in the dark of the morning light's shades the meadow is red, and the fallen lies dead tales of a menace, abandoned by god fierce is the wrath, and this is his land on

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Sick is my spirit for I am bound to possess, sweet is my vengeance for i can taste it's blood blessed are my sins and all I with evil do, strong I will pray for the end of morrow day I belive the devil and I will burn in hell those who he possess sha

Strangely we await them like the morning breeze in a night so dark and silent as in the realms of death in the streams of nothing going toward eternity From a world far beyond a world of evil existence they dwell within the light of God and await the