The Demon Rests

Within us all the Demon rests,
laying low in times of distress.
His form many shapes,
eyes of pure hate.

Within us all the Demon rests,
there his body gathers strengths.
Heart of no man,
his evil reign a great span.

Within us all the Demon rests,
Awakened to all the men.
His home where none have been,
to each his will do bend.

To all we are his guests,
for within us all the Demon rests.