Vacancy by Anya
August 2009
Hear the daemonds plaintive cry
No she dose not care
You let the cloak of darkness fall
And you sit and sit and stare
Shame to all the living people
Look what you forgot
Hatred passion and fear and love
Now these things are lost
rage rage don't let her rule
Her eyes are hot but she is cruel
Icy temper will to kill
She will use you as her tool