Fear begin
When in Devil's claws
His eyes of red and burning
The drama of fools can't escape
They think they can shout
Showing their placards
They are being drawn to the darkness
Catching their souls in the deep
The black dragon fires
The slow burning of crying pain
Even death takes its own sweet time
Every trace turns into ashes
The wind will gladly blow it away
Scattered the ashes to every corner
The story will be told again
Don't be the drama of fools
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