Walking in the darkness, never knowing where to turn.

Afraid what might be next could scar, I mourn.

I long to hear a distant cry or a fatal sigh.

Temperature is rising in my veins. I can't deny to play the game.

For once inside there's no escape. The armor too high at Alcatrape.

Her eyes cry tears of red. Blood ice blue is dead. Violation all that remains.

Anger and rage, trapped. Like an animal in a cage, at Alcatrape.

Everywhere she goes a shadow follows, but not hers.

The battle has begun, her weapon, she tries to run.

Her eyes cry tears of red. Blood ice blue is dead. Violation all that remains.

Anger and rage, trapped. Like an animal in a cage, at Alcatrape.

Today she tries not to hide from the fear deep inside.

Knowing bars mold the cage that hold the demon alive.

But time, like judgment, not on her side.

Soon the demon will survive.

He won't escape his final day. His shadow now she will not stray.

For temperature rises in her veins. Now it is she who plays the game.

To plan her escape from Alcatrape.

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