Vacancy by Anya

August 2009

Hear the daemonds plaintive cry

No she dose not care

You let the cloak of darkness fall

And you sit and sit and stare

Shame to all the living people

Look what you forgot

Hatred passion and fear and love

Now these things are lost

rage rage don't let her rule

Her eyes are hot but she is cruel

Icy temper will to kill

She will use you as her tool