As midnight tolls in the darkness,
you much watch out for us.
Nothing can stop our bloodlust,
we own you mind clouded with lust.
You panic as your death draws near,
time to say goodbye to everything you hold dear.
The cold night, a single raven's call singles your predators.
The second raven's call singles your death, You run and hide.
You can try but you cannot escape, it's your time to die.
As you fall to the ground and look at us,
we smirk after we are done with you,
we disappear into the shadows to the next victem,
nothing is left but a single black rose and the wing flaps of two ravens after midnight.
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