He calls 'collection time'
as the souls step in line
It's the devil's time to shine
He lets loose,
Doesn't overlook any empty truce
He's deadly, like the noose
At his side Belial stands
The devil's right hand man
His number one demonic fan
Torture is their game
They slowly drive the men insane
Each scream is hell's gain
Fire blazes all around
Bodies of your friends fall without a sound
With a terrified look you gaze around
You await your dreaded turn
For eternity you will burn
Unless you fix your mistakes now and learn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem