The castle on the mountain, with blood filled fountain,
shines in moonlight.
There awaiting for my sight, is the demon's king inside.
As i went through that door, i saw satans bowing on the floor.
While walking towards the throne room,
i realised my soul was bleeding real too soon.
And hanging from that doom, was the angel of my very home.
And what i saw in the hall, was witches dancing like it was a carnival.
Now here i was, seeing the demon in his eyes,
as all my emotions began to die.
And all the demon did was a touch,
changing my being a little too much.
The last thing i remember, i was sitting on that throne,
as my soul combined to the demon's very own.
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