Zojinjo

Hell... attack!

 

The time has come for paradise, to face our last attack.

Hell will be among us, under a sky of solid black.

Eternally dark and silent; Their final destiny.

Their souls are put on fire, by our hatred burning free.

 

Feel the trembling, of earth scorched by our hate.

They'll meet their doom, it'll strip them of their fate.

The sea of blood is boiling, with rage it hits the shore.

Their kingdom and their glory, swept away forever more.

 

We hide in the shadows, about to seal their fate.

Gathering our strength, about to storm the gates.

Our darkness is growing, it dims the light.

In silence we await, the long eternal night.

 

Their father and the spirit; their holy bastard son.

As lies they'll be remembered, unholy we have won.

Soon they lay forgotten, burried underground.

Of heaven they'll see nothing; nor ever hear a sound.

Comments1

  • Cheeky Missy

    And thus the devils stoke the fire and encourage themselves against their inevitable doom? Ignorant and oblivious to the truth? Yet, can that be true? After all, they pleaded with the Lord when He sent them out of the people they'd occupied, that the time had not come yet for their end, making me think they are aware that their end is coming. Yet, why do they fight against Him in the end, unless they think they can win? Hmm. Interesting contemplation, and hauntingly eerie and devilish. Fascinating.



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