It will lurk once again.
Bringing torturing death,
With it's reddish anguish,
And corrupted wrath.

It will smile at you - for your tasty view,
It will see through your eyes,
The corruption of you.
Emerge from behind,
Digging deep in your mind,
In search of its spears - your utmost fears.

It will lock you in chains,
Tear and drink from your veins,
Excavating your soul from the depths of your heart.
It will suck out your brains,
While enjoying your pains,
Demonstrating the secrets of its torturing art.

It will rise from within,
Penetrating your skin,
Slowly increasing its demonic grin.
It will tear you to pieces,
And slowly watch,
As your mortal pitiful soul light ceases.