The
demon sits on the throne
He
doesn't want to go even he knows it
He
hasn't got much time left
He
has stayed his welcome
The
barking of dogs around his castle
The
hostile noises ringing in his ears
He
knows he has to leave quickly
There
is no redemption in his take
Looking
out from his windows
He
sees the uncountable lights in his eyes
The
demon tries to think why
He
knows he makes the plot
He
can't pray
He
doesn't believe in God
He is
to himself
The
collector of souls
Now
the line of battle cry
He
has to go he has no time left
The
marching is coming closer to him
The
barking dogs sounding the alarm
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