Shadows sweep the moon at night
as the angel of death takes flight,
Tears of the children cried
has opened hells gate wide,
With his helm of hells fires
and a sword hand that never tiers,
Enters the lord of sin
the ripper of eternal skin,
His highness
the prince of darkness,
He’s come to sow his fires in the earth
and bring about her new rebirth,
Stars will fade and die
as brimstone fills the sky,
The oceans will boil
as fire rises from the sand and soil,
His angels will block out the sun
and rivers of blood will run,
His foul rotting mutt
will eat the dead decaying underfoot,
The innocent in chains will be tortured
hung, drawn, and quarterd,
The wicked will be crucified on the cross
pierced, until they die of blood loss,
Demons will hunt and roam
to whip skin from flesh and flesh from bone,
And by the wave of his left hands command
limbs will litter the land
as no man is left to stand.


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