Rik Bertrand - DEVILS CURTAIN CALL

SAVAGE SOULS CRY IN PAIN
BITTER HAVOC IN THE RAIN
ALL IS LOST, ALL INSANE.
DEVIL CLASSIC, SO MUNDANE.

TEARS OF FIRE CROSS THY FACE,
CREATURES STIR AND QUICKEN PACE.
HEARTS OF STONE WE EMBRACE,
ONE LAST NIGHT, THE HUMAN RACE.

MIRRORED IMAGES OF THE MOON TO BE,
BLACKENED BY THE MIDNIGHT SEA.
THUNDER SHATTERS, THE LIGHTING'S FREE,
THE NIGHT IS FRIGHTENING, WE ALL AGREE.

PANIC STRICKEN, AND WITH DISPAIR,
WE CRAWL OUT IN THE DARK COLD AIR.
AND AS WE WATCH WHAT WE CAN'T BARE,
THE DEVIL LAUGHS IN HIS LAIR.

EVIL LURKS, WITHIN US ALL,
WAITING FOR THE GOOD TO TAKE A FALL.
WITH GREEDY HASTE IT STANDS UP TALL,
AND TAKES THE DEVIL'S CURTAIN CALL.

REB

Rik Bertrand

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