Chapter 1
I sat down for a drink with my demons, as we did from time to time.
The lineup is shorter through the years, yet still the strong survive
There is a new challenger here, so shiny and bright
They go by death, or grim, but never the angel of light
For light is not something I’ve ever seen when we meet
Usually it’s bleak or sometimes I’m covered by a sheet
We’d met five times before and today made six
I growing weary of your efforts to get me to play in the Styx.
Because you’re not strong enough to pull me down
I’ve got more love holding me up so put on that frown
I’ve got things to do and my spawn to raise
But I know you’ll be waiting… waiting in the haze.
I fear you not oh angel of the dark
But I believe your bite is worse than your bark.
For you can come for me time after time
But until you’re strong enough to pull me down, I’ll walk away just fine.
So piss off, take a break, and relax your part
These people who love me, who need me have far much to heart.
