The Horror

The stars are falling, the sky is burning, the end seems to be nigh
Every living creature is trembling, praying soon to die
The fire is spreading through the lands as a symbol of his reign
There’s nothing left but tantalising pain, will it ever end?

“As a servant in my kingdom you will need no soul,
So let it bleed and embrace the darkness while I take control.
Let mercury into your veins and may sulphur be your breath
For when it’s done you won’t be afraid of death, ever again”

‘Cause when they’re dead
They rise again
The torture never ends
They’re screaming

For generations his rotten hordes executed terrors untold
Blasphemous prophecies were true: he’s never getting old!
Blessed with immortality and a mind set on sin
With sardonic wrath his hate is burning deeply from within

Appropriation of seven kingdoms is the only dream he ever had
His merciless fleet manned by lead-filled corpses is ready to cross the sea of blood

Non-conforming!

Dominantly marching forth, he’s reaching his goal
The unquestioned rule of the macrocosm as whole
Scorching the grounds and blazing is his campaign
His constitution only recognises pain

Never-ending pain