Hellfire

Alas! come the carriage defiled by nigh’

whilst charred hooves do take leave – a trail of ash.

Pale shades do reach – time doth not spare the soul –

to feast upon his living flesh; gone cold.

He who hath no fear wears the crimson robes.

Cold steel tempered by beguiling hatred –

In tainted hands doth the blade rest prepared.

At last his life doth bleed away in death.

Entranced by dark chaotic confusion

Godless angel doth descend – midnight wings. 

Hellish hounds tear savagely flesh from bone,

whilst wailing souls cry out in agony.

Lucifer doth tear crimson robes from flesh

to don as the Master of the sinner’s soul.

Hors hath bled o’er blackest of night

an’ daemon’s bellow for blackness’ return.

He, the sinner, doth harmonize and wail

as obsidian flames devour him.

Death does grin for pain – to watch the suff’ring

o’ those who have the blackest of all souls.