Dark-Ringer

Death awaits the toll of the bell
The Paper is signed in blood
Shackled-bound
Trudging ground
Where is a hero when needed?

No one can be saved
When a name is on the dotted line
Words that are engraved
Love and hate combined

Who dares to compare
Such a vendetta
As one like this
With one bold move
Tried and true
To defy, that is forbidden

As one before
Death awaits the toll of the bell
The paper is signed in blood
Shackled-bound
Trudging ground
But now the black Being is at
Your door.





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