There is no demon like the night;
inescapable, all-consuming, yet empty.
Not even the mirror will save you,
it's more likely to betray you;
what was that?
Who is that?
Breathe.
There is no demon like the night;
inescapable, all-consuming, yet empty.
Not even the mirror will save you,
it's more likely to betray you;
what was that?
Who is that?
Breathe.
Never look it in the eyes,
despite the promies of the,
broken, lost, philosophers,
and their empty, vacant claims.
It will annhilate you,
and keep moving,
because it's the big one,
the unstoppable force;
the war humanity will lose.
We never had a shot in hell,
but we never gave up;
was it worth it?