A Devil out of my old bones did grow.
Out of its eyes darkly a light  grows old.
Set my flesh ablaze and shred my soul.
Dead already, my heart cries for death toll.

Chaos makes it crazy, demanding more decay.
Stricken free of the chains in which it was portrayed.
Black and blue are colors too, but the rainbow welcomes one.
Black strikes its brother, demanding in its place no one.

Praise the one who looks away and smirks.
Whispers shouted into its ears by the darkness in shadows lurks.
Burnt away, originating from the center,
rests the original master and entropy mentor.