DEVILS CHILD

He was born on a rainy day, When death was stalking the streets, As the thunder and lighting came, Dirty roads are fading into his past, But we begin the story of his life, With his first single day, The start of his endless try to survive. Some say he never had a chance, But he would answer its all a dirty lie, On this rainy day in May, It was the beginning of worlds decay. The first act of a deadly dance. He was the Devils Child, He was the furor of mankind! He came to rule the world, He lead all into madness, He was the Devils Child, His world of destruction is shining bright! His first deadly sin, A deadly wish that came true. It was not his fault, it was just fate, The death of his enemy from school But now it's all too late. Than came his youth, Deadly rage for all in his way, Blood on the floor, on his hands, All his answers were only death, He believed only in the denying of truth. He was the Devils Child, He was the furor of mankind! He came to rule the world, He lead all into madness, He was the Devils Child, His world of destruction is shining bright! He's still in this world, And he says, beware of me, He now understands, That life is precious, And not about turning others into ghosts of death. But he cant stop here, It's not that easy, He has a prophecy to fullfill, It's all so clear! He was the Devils Child, He was the furor of mankind! He came to rule the world, He lead all into madness, He was the Devils Child, His world of destruction is shining bright! Remember my words! He was the Devils Child, Prey for his fallen soul! He was the furor of mankind! And he forever will! He came to rule the world, In darkness he's the king! He lead all into madness, Our World is falling apart! He was the Devils Child, His world of destruction is shining bright!

Freitag, 19. April 2024

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