Walking out of the grave, Fear instilled in the brave, Fuelled by revenge against the living, The anger within further brimming Deserted by his brothers, Comforted by the Satan himself, His soul down under shudders, As he breaks down himself His heart turning into stone, His soul turning darker than coal, No one to hear his moan, Piece by piece, withering into the hole Broken beyond one's imagination, Flowing like the ashes post cremation, Turned to the devil for relief, Letting him feed on his grief Fuelled by revenge, he grows stronger, Rising beyond the world's thunder, The devil's son has arisen through the grave, Striking fear into the living brave
By Ken Ahuja