A Fight To The Death

This night i heard a promise
The voice that speaks within
Demanding I surrendor
So it can cast its sin

A Burgulary not from a stranger
Nor friend, nor love, nor foe
Red stains that scar these able hands
Have let this demon grow

Impersonating shadow, a hollow silhouette
You have no soul
I've hidden mine
For which I don't regret

Destruction of this curse
May be the toughest test
To rid this evil demon
I too will face my death