The Joy of Death


The joy of death will come some day
When my heart falls ill and smothers my brain

The devil will arise and take me away
This time the devil will have his way

He'll hold me tight and not let go
I'll be his servant with shackles from head to toe

I'll roam the earth to do his deeds
Taking lives to fulfill his needs

A ravished monster I will be
taking lives with a greed

So stay inside when the sun hides
Because take your life and rip out your insides

So say your prayers and sleep well
Or else you'll suffer from the wrath of hell

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