Dying On Our Land

Flames will rise evermore
Drowning those who once lived
Death screams of pain
Evil turning over a new leaf

Angels being tortured by their own souls
Heart deprived of blood
Bones becoming increasingly weak
The snap of ones neck reigns silence

The beauty of death
Shining on those who crave more
The hell of pain on their minds
Desperation seeks its own freedom

Heaven will no longer be the same
Blood soaked demons have arrived
Feeding on those who once believed
Their own blood would have never been spilled

Their souls have transformed
A new beginning is upon us
We hear the cries of our ancestors
Our time of death has been long awaited

Kevin Pike

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