Perhaps a sign comes to me
a chill runs down the back
A coven thus
To conjure the demons
This kingdom to be your hell
The mutant creatures shall yell
and make the night a forever state
Rise
I shall see you now
MY creatures you shall rule
side by side with me
and the eternally dammed night
shall be our very slave
all good shall be destroyed
the convents a scum
filled with the misery inside
to be burned
all down to the very ground
and turned to dust
a new world order shall rise
a curse shall be cast on the very gods
immortality stripped
the bare sould of the madness
fills the fears in the night
A sacrifce be made every night
The flesh seprated form the very bones
the black sorcery shall be upheaved
the world shall be in chaos
and the unborns shall beg for the death
before the tides of the times shall change
and the creatures shall awake
to hang the gods inverted
on the very cross
they were prayed
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