Shackled to a cross now thinking he owns my soul
satan begins to play his "Lil game" of full control
In a graveyard of the mind, he torments me still
as I stand bound to this Angel against my free will
Thoughts start to alter ego... eyes become red
no longer any pressure from these horns at my head
But that just seems to easy for his shallow reign
he prefers distort and disfigurement among all the pain
This game is about to take a twist, little does he know
I am ~THE ANGEL OF DEATH and it's time to show!
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