CAMELOT FANTASIES

THE DARK OV DEATH

Dark is the day, as I move in upon my prey.
Howling with delight, as my winds blow in to say...
...I'm going to cause you all kinds ov fright.
Run like hell, do as you might.
From me, you will never get away.
Running my claws, down thru the waves.
Spinning you around, causing you pain.
Thru hell and back, I will not refrain.
With you shredded, you I will track.
Picking you up, and throwing you back...
....ov this I say...
... [ Guests cannot view attachments ] the storm ov myself turns life to gray.
Within the souls, I turn to graves.