rhonda_lansky
Demon Roots
In my mind I see them
lurking in the old world roots.
Looking out from beneath the moss, covered in muck and filth, they seek out souls with there snoots.
The demons climb out one by one, following the branch's out into the world, wearing suits.
Screaming loudly and frighting as they go, scary, nasty, hellish brutes.
Eating souls and haunting the minds, they find there victims and send the leftovers down the chutes.
Angels rush in, in our defense, chasing them back to the darkest of places. Singing and playing there sweet soulful flutes.
Demon Roots
In my mind I see them
lurking in the old world roots.
Looking out from beneath the moss, covered in muck and filth, they seek out souls with there snoots.
The demons climb out one by one, following the branch's out into the world, wearing suits.
Screaming loudly and frighting as they go, scary, nasty, hellish brutes.
Eating souls and haunting the minds, they find there victims and send the leftovers down the chutes.
Angels rush in, in our defense, chasing them back to the darkest of places. Singing and playing there sweet soulful flutes.