Lost Souls'
The darkness of night
Steals away our lives.
It feeds us fear
In the things
For which we strive.
For the insanity
Which overrules
We mistrust our friends
And believe in fools.
For what is heaven
And what is hell?
For we enjoy the pleasures
For which no man should dwell.
In the dungeons
With such hate.
We enjoy our passions
With no disgrace.
In the time
Which is to come.
We will become part of the evil one.
Under his powers
We soon shall learn
That love is great
And hate is for no one.
He has us hooked
On our vices
So no man knows
Of what is righteous.
The Reaper serves him well
In his evil tasks.
As he kills our souls
And our love.
For true love
Is the only way
To keep your mind
And souls
From such disgrace.
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