So cold and dark, so sharp I become lost.
It hits me so hard like a thousand knives in my back
Something I can't control, that's harsh and black.
I can use it, abuse it, and play with fate
Not that I would but it may be too late.
It runs in my veins so rich and pure
I could make a remedy, but there is no cure.
When it comes to my powers I know what to do
But I won't know the results until I am through.
It makes you wonder what goes on in my head
Is it the truth, or are you misled?
I am what they call Satin's spawn
A brand new enemy, one not drawn.
I can get in your head and force you to do,
All my little deeds, for you'll have no clue.
Have any idea who I am or do you give up?
For your fate is in my hands so don't fuck up!