Texty: Project Pitchfork. Daimonion. Mine/Beast of Prey.

the sun is shining
it could be a wonderful day
the children play outside
while the birds sing in the sky

a warm breeze moves the grass
and small feet squeeze it
and while a butterfly passes
you hear the children laugh

it's waiting in the dark

a tiny metal bar
peeps out of the ground
dew reflects the sunrays
see me
see me
oh please see me

it's waiting in the dark

a stone is pushed back in the earth
while a small sole pushes the metal bar

a tiny flash
disappears into the ground
a soft click
and with a hollow sound
slowly it ejects - irrevocable

with a swirling movement like a butterfly
it's slowly climbing high
it passes the knees
it passes the hands
it passes the chest
until it reached its high
another click
and a fireball appears out of a shockwave
- the eardrums break
like deadly insects
a swarm of glowing spikes
bursts out of the red center
while flying razorblades
peel the last laugh off the face
- smeared with blood
a firestorm burns down pieces of flesh
on the red colored grass

stop searching
hell is already here
yes we made it happen
worse than any beast of prey