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These eyes, twinkle gleefully in the moonlight
As white as ice, and twice as cold
No one dares cross me, they know who I am.
My manifestation, as sweet as sugar
As strong as an ox
As dangerous as a blade
I am the daunting man...
The strong aroma of death, a deep shade of crimson
Speckled across the room, utensils of obliteration structured into my jaw
Welcome to my world
I entice humans, into my lair
I turn into the obscurity; my hair summarily brushes against the barricade
My eyes, luminously light the room, like a floodlight.
They remain motionless, as if
Already dead...
I tear into their flesh, with my teeth...
I AM the daunting man, nobody questions me...
The blood drains down my throat,
An almost metallic taste...
The eyes of the deceased, turn white...
Just Like mine…
This daunting man, this intimidating, disheartening, daunting man
Created by the demise of society, by a land without stability
When will they learn? When will they care?
The daunting man fades into the darkness.
The daunting man is not dead, He Is Alive...
This daunting man, eyes so white, teeth so sharp, mind so malformed
These eyes switch off momentarily, awaiting the next banquet...
A beam appears in the distance…
As white as ice, and twice as cold
No one dares cross me, they know who I am.
My manifestation, as sweet as sugar
As strong as an ox
As dangerous as a blade
I am the daunting man...
The strong aroma of death, a deep shade of crimson
Speckled across the room, utensils of obliteration structured into my jaw
Welcome to my world
I entice humans, into my lair
I turn into the obscurity; my hair summarily brushes against the barricade
My eyes, luminously light the room, like a floodlight.
They remain motionless, as if
Already dead...
I tear into their flesh, with my teeth...
I AM the daunting man, nobody questions me...
The blood drains down my throat,
An almost metallic taste...
The eyes of the deceased, turn white...
Just Like mine…
This daunting man, this intimidating, disheartening, daunting man
Created by the demise of society, by a land without stability
When will they learn? When will they care?
The daunting man fades into the darkness.
The daunting man is not dead, He Is Alive...
This daunting man, eyes so white, teeth so sharp, mind so malformed
These eyes switch off momentarily, awaiting the next banquet...
A beam appears in the distance…
pop.... *echoes* pop....
These eyes, twinkle gleefully in the moonlight
As white as ice, and twice as cold
No one dares cross me, they know who I am.
My manifestation, as sweet as sugar
As strong as an ox
As dangerous as a blade
I am the daunting man...
The strong aroma of death, a deep shade of crimson
Speckled across the room, utensils of obliteration structured into my jaw
Welcome to my world
I entice humans, into my lair
I turn into the obscurity; my hair summarily brushes against the barricade
My eyes, luminously light the room, like a floodlight.
They remain motionless, as if
Already dead...
I tear into their flesh, with my teeth...
I AM the daunting man, nobody questions me...
The blood drains down my throat,
An almost metallic taste...
The eyes of the deceased, turn white...
Just Like mine…
This daunting man, this intimidating, disheartening, daunting man
Created by the demise of society, by a land without stability
When will they learn? When will they care?
The daunting man fades into the darkness.
The daunting man is not dead, He Is Alive...
This daunting man, eyes so white, teeth so sharp, mind so malformed
These eyes switch off momentarily, awaiting the next banquet...
A beam appears in the distance…
As white as ice, and twice as cold
No one dares cross me, they know who I am.
My manifestation, as sweet as sugar
As strong as an ox
As dangerous as a blade
I am the daunting man...
The strong aroma of death, a deep shade of crimson
Speckled across the room, utensils of obliteration structured into my jaw
Welcome to my world
I entice humans, into my lair
I turn into the obscurity; my hair summarily brushes against the barricade
My eyes, luminously light the room, like a floodlight.
They remain motionless, as if
Already dead...
I tear into their flesh, with my teeth...
I AM the daunting man, nobody questions me...
The blood drains down my throat,
An almost metallic taste...
The eyes of the deceased, turn white...
Just Like mine…
This daunting man, this intimidating, disheartening, daunting man
Created by the demise of society, by a land without stability
When will they learn? When will they care?
The daunting man fades into the darkness.
The daunting man is not dead, He Is Alive...
This daunting man, eyes so white, teeth so sharp, mind so malformed
These eyes switch off momentarily, awaiting the next banquet...
A beam appears in the distance…