Blood drips off of the knife,
as the man holds it at his waist.
Hounds of Hell are running lose
while he patrols his ground.
Black hair flows down his back,
Red eyes glaring, fangs protruding.
Strong, he's a scary sight,
I'm so glad he's with me tonight.
Oh my master, I will not displease,
I'll fallow you through Hell's demise.
Hold me in your arms,
as I praise you with ease.
