• I owe thee one who torchers me
    Allow me to list the reasons why;
    In the solice of a firmenting pit I await a change in the daily shift
    That is you the demon in black
    Thee centient creature that roams through realities net
    A ghost whose soul destiny is to instegate pain upon others
    I thank thee
    I submit to thee
    O' how I crave thee
    Thanks for the constant rounds of agony
    Without thee my soul, my sorrow and my quench for inspiration would go without virtue
    So, once more I thank thee devil in black that may not exist
    Without a physical form that cannot be detected in a mortal's realm
    I know your there