i look upon the sun, it continues to shun me
everyone looks down upon me calling me weak and meek
who are they to call me such things
little childern run and cry when i come by
my crimson eyes stab at the white light
someone some where tonight will die
they conceal their hearts and souls
my claws will rip them without scold
they call me cold but they need look at their own woe
they call me the demon of the night
the one who will kill all light
but they no not the child they cast out
would decide to come back smite them under the black out
everyone looks down upon me calling me weak and meek
who are they to call me such things
little childern run and cry when i come by
my crimson eyes stab at the white light
someone some where tonight will die
they conceal their hearts and souls
my claws will rip them without scold
they call me cold but they need look at their own woe
they call me the demon of the night
the one who will kill all light
but they no not the child they cast out
would decide to come back smite them under the black out
