Secondhand Serenade - Your Call

Well, I wished we could have last longer..

But hopes doesn't play the part..

But you were just too late to hear me..

The Dark Ones

Blood craze inside my body,
the word daze within my insight,
the soil crumbles within my grasp,
the word on every men’s mouth would be screams and whines,
the red carpet shall be spewed with blood,
the devils shall live the day as the dark cloud would be our ally,
and all the mere humans can knee across the plain of their ancestors soil,
begging so that we wouldn't need to sacrifice their flesh and blood,
cries wailing marked the song of triumph,
as we demons wouldn’t know the meaning of love and care.