Dark demons roar,
Death, a plague a scroll
Mankind has watered the ground,
With blood heads spinning around
Came the hurled darts upon mankind,
An omen, snake vines
An enamel shield for a heart,
Roof ours, perched a bat
Lost he the valiant soldiers of time,
As the heart's clothed in disguise
A time's coming when shadows will be,
Adding to the pains we feel