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The Circle Of Evil
AT (20. October 1979 / Stockholm)

The Circle Of Evil

In these caves I've dwelled for long
The lust for blood keeps me strong
Fly at dusk, land at dawn
Evil and darkness I bring upon

It makes no difference in my eyes
If I slay for right or wrong
Selfinflicted are their cries
In the graveyards they belong

Once blessed with life, now with death
I decide to kill them all
Without them evil will fall
They have taken their last breath

Now that my job is done
Evil, there is one last one
No more peace before it's gone
I decide to wait past dawn

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This is how evil I can be to people, but I am amused by how much this poem resembles me