Satins henchmen
Their reign can be ruthless, lawless they will be
With dispassionate disgust they will cause anarchy
With no soul to eradicate their quenching thirst
This demon portraying darkness, which will come first
Thunderous their mighty voice triumphantly roars
They are a darkened prodigy, one off satins whores
Destructive fibres running through their veins
The midnight stalkers, play their deprived game
Stealing hopes and dreams with a rapturous applause
From the pits of hell reaches Lucifers claws
Demoralising a soul, one of his followers had robbed
From an innocence light as they painfully sobbed
Incarcerated in an emotional traumatic past
The shadows of the night, reigning supreme do harass
Tears from the heart saturate the pillows off their bed
Suffocating happiness, replacing it with a yearning to be dead
Representation of the Devils image, brings forth his henchman
To dance in the shadows, disguised as a man
Destine to prey on the innocence of a forgiving child
With a venomous touch, physiologically damaging every fibre inside.
