There are demons who walk amongst the
fellowship of man,
They can't be identified, try as you can.
The dark-lord himself is amongst this clan,
Trying to pollute the purity of man.
When your neck-hairs at attention do stand,
Their terrifying power you'll truly understand.
All of their doings will hold your attention,
For their doings are evil to unfit to mention.
The pain they create gives them pleasure,
The torment of others is their one true measure.
The more they inflict, the greater their power,
Growing stronger with each passing hour.
But their is one amongst them, a Judas to the clan,
A sheep in wolf's clothing on the side of man.
Wanting no more of the torment and pain,
He hopes one day soon to end his lord's reign.
