Darkside - Blood Feast

A nice old lady sits on her chair

She looks so peaceful with her streaked white hair

Her family is gone, her husband has died

All this loneliness brings out her darkside

She’s the crotchety old bag that everyone knew

When you played as a kid she’d yell names at you

If you went by her house she would call the cops

You hated her so much, you hoped she would drop

Oh -- it’s in your brain

Oh -- you feel the pain

Now that you’re older a bit more mature

You understand now that no one is so pure

A little bit of evil inside any of us

In some it’s noticeable and actually a must

Others you must search deep within their souls

But with a little bit of prodding you bring out that troll

It overflows goodside and corrupts you and me

Trials and tribulations, we all go through them

Sometimes they end up in death

The good and evil fighting for the top

When will we ever be free

Torment -- torture

The ongoing force to be seen

Penance -- for whom

The only way to know is who wins

There is one other darkside that everyone can notice

It’s ever present and very hard to stop it

The threat of destruction by one man’s hand

The instant annihilation of all man

Yes, you guessed it, it’s the big boom

If it ever goes off the world will be our tomb

So we live our lives day by day

Hoping that the reaper will never ask us to pay