SPRIKKIE

I stalk the frigid darkness
My shadow begs to be free
Buried beneath the cold stones
Where no angels rescue me
This never-ending torment
Serves as everlasting bliss
I yearn for my redemption
But life means not much more than this
Through my life, the lust, the hunger
And my sacred behallowed past
Runs the cursed and wretched evil
A demon unsurpassed
But when the time has come
You'll all be dead and gone
Though my fall from grace to darkness
I will live to carry on