• 2 heads added upon my shoulders
    the plague of death surrounding
    shadows suffocating
    light that once was now lost
    The people begin to fade
    The life once known
    begins to spiral
    Engulfing the weak
    As death adds 2 more points to the score

    The shadows fallow
    Light fleeing the Darkness
    As it tries to steal what it does not call its own
    It lingers in the shadows
    Waiting to help death get another point
    Watching for the torn
    The broken
    the used.
    Who could it be?
    Who is next?
    to let the darkness overcome
    The better more fearful light

    Springing upon one
    like a predator to pray
    bruising the will
    the strength
    And the mind
    Pain courses
    thoughts race
    Suffering grows
    you never realize
    How uneven the score is,
    Until you’re a point on his side

    His side where the light never goes
    The light flees in terror of his face
    the silver blade never shines
    the soul leaving with him really never dies
    bound to the earth
    like a tree rooted so deep
    The uneven score favors in his direction

    So death adds one more to the score
    unfair as it seems
    He soon will come for us all.
    He who holds this unfair war
    he who keeps this fight raging
    He who will always win
    the unforgiving
    The no turning back
    War