What do you do when YOIR legs are chained up and your gagged, well I thrash around till I pass out. What do you do.
What do you when it's dark and your scared, well I let the darkness take over my body, I let it feed off of me.
My skin is dripping with blood and rotten skin, my eyes blood shot red, my skin pale and cracked. What am I, what have I become.
Demon, a demon from hell. I'm a demon from hell. Belive me? Of course you don't, no one ever does.
What do you do when you see both of your friends die right in front of you, arms length away, I scream, I call out to the devil and command him to take me and spare them, but does he listen. No. He wants to see me suffer, it brings my master pleasure to see me in agony.
On the break of war, threatened to cry or should I scream, fight? No, you fall to your knees beging your master to forgive you, and he will but it will cost you.
My master has plans for me, he has my whole life planed out, I love my master, I love him enough to know what he wants me to do.......he wants me to suffer.
