'Blood Shalt Spill'

'Blood Shalt Spill'

"Blood Shalt Spill"

How envious the enemy can be, spilling the blood of the innocent.

How blinded by fear they cannot see, their inevitable predicament.

Foretold that blood shalt spill, for with words of hate, they shall kill.

Cruelty is of the essence of man and monster, saught after power.

When they dont realize their own Darkest hour.

If given the chance they decide to take, but they cannot see what it'll make.

How deep and dark their thoughts could be, for darken paths block what's ment to be.

Madness has many faces, but the evil can never leaves traces, of what love is.

If madness is a pleasure, a kind of sickness that you can measure, it will never set ya free.

It leaves just me you, to unlock the door to what is beautiful and true.

They will try to get in our way, but there exists light, so they cannot stay.

But they return, with vapid hate, and from now on to this very date, they will spill blood.

This cruel world can shed some light, but in the darkness, they choose to fight.

But open your eyes, and see the light, save the blood, of those who do whats right.

They are trapped, underneath the dark, but arise, arise, the Light of Ark.

But leave them to die, blood shalt spill, never to give it a try...