It's not easy feat to be the Queen/King of Darkness
It would be sweeter to be a ruler of tranquil seas
But that's not our royal we
We rule over blackened stormy sea
Hit hard with the shards of broken glass We bleed
Our eyes see in the pitch black
We stay strong
Never knowing what will attack
We can't face away
There's no time for that
Every fear
Each Demon and ghoul must be processed
Observed it's a mirror glaring back
Been bound
Caged
In deep fright
Though we have learnt to adjust to the oncoming night
Spores spur us to go on and fight
It's survival of our world
Our life
We transmute darkness to light
make it our home
A throne
to
right