A black trench coat tied tight at the waist
walking down cobble stone streets
in red high leather boots

The fog floats around the street lights
like a seductive lover
moving slow... consuming all

Bitter soul carries daggers to kill
from the dull ax getting ready to fall
keep the blade dull...there's familiarity there

Console the empath that once gave a damn
while the red boots hold you down
plead for mercy when ears only hear demonic laughter

Feel the union between the two...as your soul is sucked
from your body
your blood now runs like a heated dust to burn for all eternity

Take your dull ax and cut this bitch with the red boots
your soulless dust...can't destroy
what's already been damned

Hallowed footsteps retreat unscathed on a
foggy cobblestone street
Can you hear the demons seeds laughter now?