The Royal Order Of Demons

      
in darkness greed where I secret my hope
I wither in the garden
in the wilds, I'm most alive
 
child of darkness
covert in operations
I enter quietly
 
shining brightly in darkness keep
my demons all know me
Lady Dark is what they call me
 
I command their attention
they work for my pleasures
I feed them sin
 
decadent in nature
despisers of fear
reapers of nightmares
they'll hunt you if you let them
 
I rule over them with a tenderness
when in the mood
I let them speak
 
one by one they enter
with something in mind
these minions aren't evil
they just appear to be
 
a brotherhood with beautiful intentions
they sing to me of war and family
of honor and loyalty

greetings from the other side
salutations from this royal order
 
blue bloods with a strict hierarchy
they talk to me in an archaic language
an ancient race of beings
with so much love for the human race

did you ever wonder what you would be
without your demons?
 
they are the molder of men
creating soldiers of the finest sort
they will break if you let them
it's survival of the fittest
 
the high council over men is in session
will you make the cut?