The sun is most vibrant at noon
but he's dormant until woken by moon

his neck has decayed from the thick, coarse rope
but long before he had abandoned all hope

****** into a gradient of sorrow
he is nothing more than a body hollowed

the devil watches through the white eye above 
as Balto cries tears of black sludge

Balto became Satan's beloved disciple
the day he ended   all   with a rifle

hide all innocence
the hour to prey will soon commence 

you can find him in your time to die
and if you see Balto you will not make it to the sky