in the sound of metal
in the grind of the night
speaks the priests of underworld delights
arise deceased beast, be yet reborn
rise with blood on your horns~
make too your minions, with fire in toll
burn earth's, evolution and more
covered in ash, stained with blood
atom Bible, earth's unloved~
aka: lyricvixen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem