White To Black

I've Lead A Life For The Cause Of Good, Like A Proper Individual Should, I Laugh At Humor, At Sadness I Weep, But All That Changes As I Sleep, Darkness Closes Like An Evil Shroud, The More I Kill The More I'm Proud, Evil Starts To Engulf My Soul, That Brings About Tales That Should Remain Untold, For Tales Of Such That Make Children Cry, About Devils And Demons And Others That Fly, Through This Darkness Evil Spans, And Children Are Stolen With Red Clawed Hands, Ripped And Torn By Weapons Of Might, Though A Heated Battle At A Killing Height, Mounds Of Corpses Litter The Ground, The Mutilation Stops With The Cease Of Sound, Till Once Again Malevolence Rides, And All The People Cower And Hides, I Awake From My Black To White, I Know Now I Have No Longer To Fight, So I Walk This World With A Memory Of Taint, No One Can Color Even With Paint, So... I... Color An Outlook For Me To Uphold, And Hope In My Sleep.. My Soul... Is Not Sold…