Death lurks every corner,
Hanging from the live to the dead.
As the corpses rot away,
And the maggots infest the flesh.
The hungry wolfs hunt throughout the night,
While death seeks a feast from the dying.
Suicide is one of my answers,
Unless I will kill for my freedom.
We are all puppets of both sides,
But not all of us choose what we do.
I am one of the nightwalkers,
Chosen to keep the light out of all.
Evil and good have fought for control,
But only I can win for total domination.
There are always losses,
But that feeds death.
While death only takes the wicked,
And god helps the good.
I have lost all my strength,
But have won my entire honor.
I will choose my leader and my god,
And die for what I desire.
But all I am is a symbol of death,
And a servant to my lord.
