• Play those riffs little white boy play that tune that keeps me slain.

    Play your tune so sweet and keep me floating over head.

    Strum those strings until your fingers bleed.

    This melody will never die as long as I'm keeping a watchful eye.

    You can't escape what you created little white boy.

    The game is up and you are starting to tire.

    I draw near claws reared to render your flesh.

    Pick up the pace im under you chin.

    The scars of my attack will be passed onto your kin.

    Just a few more notes and a couple of strokes and I will have your throat.

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    Cross me not your hellish existence cannot pass my tunes and I will play on until the end of time until you are vanquished demon!

    My notes pierce your soul and my strokes push you against your walls of darkness!

    I can only play as long as my body will take me but I will play until I am dead and gone

    But before my time draws near you shall be sent back to your home so dear!