There’s a soul who never gives a choice
Feeding off these unsuspecting boys
Recognize the poison on his face
Toxic blood is boiling through his veins
And I keep it on the inside
I never wondered why
Ropes dropped through he’s back at his retreat
As brides as well as daughters start to weep
His castle seems to turn into his cage
The moons on fire and he’s itching to have his taste

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