Last day of sun

awaken me my servant from my deepest and darkest sleep from my chamber my casket i shall rise luring my victims, my charm so tenderly kisses their ears take my hand! i promise you have nothing to fear pretending my words are sincere, but my patience are growing thin soon my mouth will be at your neck, oh! my unforgiving sin riots shall track me pitch forks and swords in hand but i maintain my composure and slaughter them as if lambs burning of crosses outside my castle walls