Xathmodeos
This one is about a monster who was so strong that he grew into a feeling we feel everyday
A very long time ago
A story you do not know
There was a creation of evil
Your minds can not conceive it
A monster of no sense of relent
You could smell his hell-scent
A monster no one could tame
The feelings of men he drained
A monster of all strength
The strength of the world was but his tenth
All souls he shall detach
Claws killing dirty rats
Before him all feeling dies
Killing the most beautiful bird of the skies
Our feelings he has torn
And evolved into a greater form
The monster once known to us here
Xathodoes has been oblitirated
But as a soul recreated
The Xathodeos was fear
A feeling thats global
Conquering our souls
It shall never be over
It has always been our downfall
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