Lord Loss sows all the sorrows of the world
Lord Loss seeds the grief-starched tress
In the center of the web, lowly Lord Loss bows his head
Mangled hands, naked eyes
Fanged snakes his soul lines
Curled inside like textured sin
Blood, curled sheets for skin
In the center of the web, vile Lord Loss torments the dead
Over strands of red, Lord Loss crawls
Dispensing pain, despising all
Shuns friends, nurtures foes
Ravages hope, breeds woe
Twirls his thumbs till the reaper comes
In the center of the web, lush Lord Loss is all that's left
Lord Loss seeds the grief-starched tress
In the center of the web, lowly Lord Loss bows his head
Mangled hands, naked eyes
Fanged snakes his soul lines
Curled inside like textured sin
Blood, curled sheets for skin
In the center of the web, vile Lord Loss torments the dead
Over strands of red, Lord Loss crawls
Dispensing pain, despising all
Shuns friends, nurtures foes
Ravages hope, breeds woe
Twirls his thumbs till the reaper comes
In the center of the web, lush Lord Loss is all that's left
from the demonata series.
