I’m tormented by the thoughts in my head.
I hear the screams and howls of the dead.
Intoxicated by the visions of the night.
I have become a maker of fright.

I will scare souls like the banshee ghost
And petrify them like the gorgon’s gaze.
A trait I will learn to boast.
This is the era of the darker days.

I’ve become demented by the thoughts in my head.
I hear the screams and howls of the dead.
Filled with thoughts of decapitation.
Sins of the flesh are my new fascination.

Demons stand tall,
As the light begins to fade.
Heroes start to fall.
This is the era of the darker days.

I’m plagued with insanity in my head.
I hear the screams and howls of the dead.
I watch all my blood spray,
And my eyes wide open in a gaze.

I fall to my knees,
And look at the story my hands say.
The blood will never be cleaned.
This is the era of the darker days.