Ominous winds blowing
telling me of their dark, twisted secrets.
I walk upon the shore of corpses
leaving blood imprints of my feet
in the tainted sand.
As I walk on, the ravens scream out their horrid screech,
one perches upon my wrist with a blood stained beak,
and talons sharper than the fangs of a dragon.
I sit on my throne
in the realm of death
where whispers beg for forgiveness
and where the Earth bleeds black.
Nightfall is forever down in this pit.
All who have sinned
end up in this hell with me.
Demons run loose
claws and all
they are black masses that dance as shadows in the night,
devouring blood of angels that pass boundaries
that are not meant to be crossed by such pure blooded creatures.
And now I sit and wait for Him to give up his castle in the sky,
I'll wait until the end of time,
until the end of the world itself,
I'll wait.