First two, then five, then six, and ten.
The ghouls and monsters have come here again.
Now ten, and twelve, then twenty more;
We have many men on this dining floor.
Echoing thoughts have reached my mind,
The Devil’s words are simply too unkind.
My world has crumbled, mirage shook;
The empty feelings, too afraid to look.
My comrades desert, lives all lost.
These wars are mine to fight, at any cost.
But darkness creeps with ghouls and beasts,
So I am left alone to be their feast.