Tangled in a web of malicious destruction, whilst spectators enjoy the show,
alone in a dark crowded room without windows, lost with nowhere safe to go.
Taunted by the breath-stealers, and their curses - it's taking a terrible toll on an innocent soul,
attaching themselves like a virus, to every healthy living cell - poisoning every breath is their goal.
Causing havoc, running amok,
breaking a spirit, wishing nothing but misfortune - bad luck!
It's as though they have a seal placed upon their hearts,
they continue to flap their serpent tongues... For them, there is no salvation - with the devil they conspire, he supplies and multiplies their toxic darts.
I almost pity their souls, for they sold them, whilst they were already blessed,
never ever will these evil servants peacefully rest!