They turn against me, they feed me with rage.
I've been trapped in this cage, so much for the carnage in me.
When they release me they will die, their blood shall fly in the sky.
They say its killed or be killed in the games, their fates will be sealed.
This blood deal with my demons, they say its a peche.
Why am i not ashamed.
The doors fly upon the stage, several charge.
My eyes meet a moon that is blood red, the color of death floods the area.
Spears and swords, this will be a bore.
The power of the meta's flow in my blood, somthing they will part with in the mud.
A power to grant you heavens powers, but sends you to hell.
How ironicaly boring it is, my soul burns away.
The winds sways to my knife, ending their lights one by one.
a fight for survival, a battle for lamnation.
the lime lights at midnight, make me feel of might.
they want to die in the night, i will gladly snuff out their lights.
It's me or them, kill kill killllll is all i hear now.
Guttin them like a cow, in a slaughter house.
Why must i cry while doing so, is my soul still in flow.
or will somthing glow in the night
