Demons thriving, in hells population.
Evil striving, for world domination.
No way to replay, the right visions.
Nothing to say, to hopless desicions.
Burn me up, til im ashes in the wind.
Blood dripped in a cup, given so hell can desend.
Onto us all, cus we are the creator.
A bloodly downfall, into hells insinerator.
Death to giving, for all is damned.
Death to the living, turned back to sand.
Deatht to the land, and gods helping hand.
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