David Shankle Group - A Raven At Midnight

An ebony heart, housed in a demon well-versed in his arts
Sins á la carte, wielding terror no sane man conceives
A righteous façade, defies social order for the sake of his god
Hell’s fusillade, his dementia has sired the grief
Crusaders of peace
Locate his lair and tighten the squeeze
Bring him down to his knees


Hell-spawned parasite
Flees the international searchlights
Like a raven at midnight
A plague for mankind, a social disease in a fanatical mind
Equally blind, the minions who firmly believe
Wickedly sly, recruiting the lemmings who gratefully die
An eye for an eye, for a grievance no sane man conceives
Champions of good
Drive a stake through his black heart and his servanthood
He’s so misunderstood—ha!


Hell-spawned parasite
Flees the international searchlights
Like a raven at midnight
Woe is the curse upon us all
He’s frightfully due his curtain call
How many will die before he falls?
Beware the raven…
A righteous façade, defies social order for the sake of his god
Hell’s fusillade, his dementia has sired the grief
Crusaders of peace
Locate his lair and tighten the squeeze
Bring him down to his knees


Hell-spawned parasite
Flees the international searchlights
Like a raven at midnight
Hell-spawned parasite
Flees the international searchlights
Like a raven at midnight