The
black shadow rising
Through
the light of crescent moon
The
roar when he comes into the world
He
never wants to keep low
The
power in his hands
The
wealth of souls he can take
The
greedy ones so eager to sacrifice
With
promises of easy lives
The
motion on the flow
The
promises and money come together
The
black shadow blows his evil pipe
The
sound of drumbeats hitting the ears
Many
will fall
Thinking
of the wealth
The
power they can get
A
passing dream a short glow
When
the fall is near
The
black shadow will harvest
The
greedy souls now feeling lost
In
the maze of their own designs
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