As I stand in this deep, dark abyss.
My life is turning to the wind.
The cries of the innocent, flow with the breeze.
The blood of sin, at my
Looking over the burning town
I smile and turn around.
The smell of decaying flesh is on my
I begin to walk as the laughing subsides
Thinking about the people I despise.
Hell is unleashed and running wild
To me?... this is fucking mild.
I walk down the path and into my car,
drving away I scream
"Where is your lord?"