Dark and mourning the man dreads.
Bloody and cold, insanity is his friend.
Bodies aligned on these wooden beds.
Only a torn heart can lead a mind to bend.
Askew is his smirk, burying his loved ones.
And to find out that there is no end to this pain.
Smiling at his peaceful and eternal sleeping sons.
Nothing no longer can keep a madman sane
Full of darkness this man shatters.
A wicked smile that of a demented clown.
Serving heads of maidens on silver platters.
Wearing their bones like a madman's crown.
Sick and twisted this charming fellow indeed.
But nothing more he loves but his bloody little creed.
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