Dark heart, black soul, 
you are an empty hole.
You are coming for me, 
a hooded creature seeking my blood.
When all the wolves howl, 
you just sit there and growl
at the ones who you hold dear.
You are the assassin, 
The reaper that I do not fear.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    