Encroaching darkness bows to you,
Oh Demon King with speckled soul.
It tells of secrets, lies, untruth
As it swings its gates wide and full.
Why have you come, foul King of Hell?
Why do you wish to tempt my will?
I've thrown in my lot with heav'n's bells
And will find a way your voice to still.
--C.R.E.
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