Tekster: Raised Fist. Between The Demons.

I am the darkest demon. Taken from the second season. I reside at the bottom of
a bottle and my inside is about to rot. I'm working to inflict some pain.
Bloodstain! In front of me you stand trial. Come to me my child.

And no one can hear me cry. I'm the rest of your life. And sadly I stand trial.
Come to me my child.

I'm trapped between the demons, have to get away from the darkest season.
Wiping the sweat off my forehead seconds before his eyes turn into red. I'm
looking for another location, simply running into desperation. Nothing changes
I've lost my faith. Why did I have to grow up in hate?


Feels like a living insanity. I am the dark reality. Something is pulling me
down. I capture all the hate around. Moving in different corners. I make you
feel worthless. It feels like I'm on trial. Come to me my child.