In the End- Good Triumphs

The Dark Lords bore the perfect felony,

As they marched in, ringing the wind chimes, melancholy

Fringes of moving torture,

Echoed all through the alter

Enchanting followed the disciples

From a wood full of maples

Shackled, chained and hammered,

Yet kept praising the Dark Lord

Walking those bleeding paws

Thou came the pet prisoner,

Whipped and tortured ,

With an undisturbed smile from the corner

A strange gleam in his eyes

He raised his masculine voice,
Oh!  Scrooge, Thou deliberately kept me alive

With me being  your flip side

You could do nothing without me

Till I behold your wise key

The enchanter gazes into the sparkling shallow,

"A phase you hate, yet is your bone marrow"

And announces, Tonight again thou End

(You will die every day and be born back)

For how much you fend

Tonight thou reveal

The pallor of devil shall unveil

Whenever you shall rise

Me- The Good shall bring upon your demise!
Your demise, Your Demise (voice faints)