Children of the Sand - Overmaster

Take me for granted, I hate how I’m planted

Were you born for drinking blood

Tell me you need it, help me create it

How does it feel to be reborn

I believed for so long, that everything went wrong

It all went wrong because of you

I created the demons without any reasons

I guess that’s what sick people do

I can hear them in my head

They won’t stop until I’m dead

They call me a terror, the vil ring bearer

They’ll tll you that I’ve lost my mind

An empty shell now filled with hell

You’d better run and hide