Akuma Tsuri

A figure stalks the woods at night, Its breath foul as decay. I feel it breathing down my neck Claws grasp my heart, rip it straight from My chest, the pain like a thousand burning rods Straight through my core and the thing amongst the trees has won. And I saw you the other night Your face so wan and pale However shall I claim you as mine, If in those walls you dwell? A song can lure you to my domain The songs of birds and crickets However can you seek to flee From the black demon of the forest trees?