A man of the night,
a man of might,
a destructive psychopath,
there’s no hope in site,
stand in his way,
and you soon shall see,
so much of your own blood it could feel a sea,
stair in his eye's and you shall see no more,
bow your head as he comes to your door,
he demands respect or he demands your neck,
he walks around with his blade of death,
driven off the pain he’s' felt,
trying to play the that cards he was dealt,
so dark his soul just like his belt,
the love in his heart that was their in the start,
is no longer their he no longer cares,
the only thing that really matters,
is to make you fear,
to make you scatter,
to bash your brain's to make them splatter,
his eyes blood red,
his hair of flames,
your soul he'll drain,
this sounds insane,
but its true,
Dark Avenger his name.