Last Act
The glory of a win,
Coming to an end,
Thump goes a sound,
As death hits the ground,
Shadows in a dark light,
Whispers in the night,
Tied to a tombstone,
You cut to the bone,
The drops of blood,
And the stars high above,
Add a few more things,
And the creature with the fangs,
Makes you want to scream,
Or pinch yourself 'cause it's not a dream,
The evil has been re-born,
As the devils mighty thorn,
He summons all his slaves,
Power is what he craves,
He really wants to duel,
But instead you run like a fool,
Eventually you stand,
Proud to be a man,
You raise your weapons,
Then fate steps in,
Out march the ghost,
And a few who matter most,
Soon death is far behind,
But still on your mind,
Death is always there,
For those who get it so un-fair....
~Spindel~
The glory of a win,
Coming to an end,
Thump goes a sound,
As death hits the ground,
Shadows in a dark light,
Whispers in the night,
Tied to a tombstone,
You cut to the bone,
The drops of blood,
And the stars high above,
Add a few more things,
And the creature with the fangs,
Makes you want to scream,
Or pinch yourself 'cause it's not a dream,
The evil has been re-born,
As the devils mighty thorn,
He summons all his slaves,
Power is what he craves,
He really wants to duel,
But instead you run like a fool,
Eventually you stand,
Proud to be a man,
You raise your weapons,
Then fate steps in,
Out march the ghost,
And a few who matter most,
Soon death is far behind,
But still on your mind,
Death is always there,
For those who get it so un-fair....
~Spindel~