With sorrow swirling, teaming twist its cracks
A curling venom seeping through with haste
By slits and holes of tainted, hardened masks
Yet when great evil runs far from pain
There then comes next an even harder task
Sinking gashes still plunging through the veins
Each one farther and deeper than the last
Faint sounds from distant evil rumbling chants
Growing greatly twist ev'ry pounding beat
Tired and trmbling, tears form madened rants
Malevolently striking down the feat
But even when all destruction is done
The masks forever drip with fresh new blood
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