Crimson Ink Verse 1 Thunder cracks, a curse falls from the gray, Light Turner scoops the leather from the clay. Spine bound in shadow, pages smell like rot, A checklist for the souls the world forgot. Then the room goes freezing, floorboards start to creak, A twelve-foot silhouette begins to speak. Ryuk steps from the corner, eyes like burning coal, Grinning at the boy who just traded away his soul. Chorus Bleed on the paper, carve it in the sheet! Bones snap like twigs on the concrete street! Write down the name, visualize the face, There is no mercy, no saving grace. A freak accident, a brutal, gory end, The executioner is a pen! Verse 2 Mia Sutton watches, craving for the blood, Thawing out a slaughter like a sudden vernal flood. She wants to see the bodies stack, she wants to play the god, Walking through the wreckage where the dying gasps are trod. They think they’re fixing evil with a catastrophic strike, But a decapitated neck makes every sinner look alike. Chorus Bleed on the paper, carve it in the sheet! Bones snap like twigs on the concrete street! Write down the name, visualize the face, There is no mercy, no saving grace. A freak accident, a brutal, gory end, The executioner is a pen! Bridge James Turner sweeps the chalk lines, hunting for a ghost, While L sits in the shadows, calculating most. An intellectual sniper, a psychological war, But you can't outrun a monster when it's scratching at your door. The countdown is screaming, the ink is drawing near, The ultimate authority of agonizing fear! Outro Splattered glass on the pavement. A final, sickening crunch. Ryuk takes a bite of the apple... And waits for the next name. Rain falls hard on the concrete floor, Light Turner walks through a heavy door. Sky turns black, and the lightning breaks, A leather book is the prize he takes. He looks at the cover, he feels the chill, A weapon made for a quiet kill. Chorus Write a name and the clock starts ticking, Choose the fate that the shadows are picking. Ryuk is watching from the corner of the room, Laughing in the dark at the sudden doom. A pen in the hand, a soul on the line, Who is the monster, and who is divine? Verse 2 Mia Sutton looks closer at the text, Whispering secrets of who dies next. They think they are gods, they think they are right, Trading the daylight for endless night. But footprints are following close behind, A brilliant trap for a brilliant mind. Chorus Write a name and the clock starts ticking, Choose the fate that the shadows are picking. Ryuk is watching from the corner of the room, Laughing in the dark at the sudden doom. A pen in the hand, a soul on the line, Who is the monster, and who is divine? Bridge James Turner is searching, looking for proof, While L tracks the whispers from roof to roof. No faces are showing, no real names are said, Just a trail of the broken, a trail of the dead. The countdown is running, the pages are full, Caught in the middle of a supernatural pull. Outro Ink on the paper, a final breath. Just a boy, a girl, and the king of death. The book stays open... But the story ends.
