The Darkness
Wishes us
Be the rowers
On the Sea of
Death
Destruction
Hate
Whipped to fasten the pace
Row
Row
Row
This sea of the deceased
Skulls,
Splinter
Spines ,
Severed
With each oar that hits
Upon this ocean of blood
Darkness steers
This boat of the
Dead
Condemned,
For what was life,
They search shores
To host the darkness
For it to spread
Death
Destruction
Hate
It isn't where,
Its when,
Will this disease,
Land upon our shores
Because light is becoming dimmer,
And Darkness is rowing
Harder to our shores