Deimos

The fog covers the valley
Awaiting
And she runs
Waiting for the dawn
That will bring new, clean air
But a knife comes instead
And a soul is taken

Condemned souls
That must live in frustration
Condemning you
To drown in

Terror,
Fear
Pain
Sorrow
Panic
Horror

Damned by gods
That way shall be done
Blood stained inside your veins
Terrified, paralyzed
Like your pupils
Wide open

Frozen in time
Your heart feels the power of fear
Dilated pupils
Wide open

I'm here, the son of Ares
Your end has come, and there's no more

Phobos
Deimos
Phobos
Deimos
Phobos
Deimos