The tears run down my face, why don't they stop? Why do my veins turn cold and force insanity into my heart? Why do I enjoy the blood, the gore, the power? They fear me and my shadow.
The tears run down my face, why don't they stop? Why do my veins turn cold and force insanity into my heart? Why do I enjoy the blood, the gore, the power? They fear me and my shadow.