And you are softly screaming
In a miasma of pain
The angel of death in a psychotic anger
Has stolen your heart of glass and sold it to him

There’s a silhouette of sadness
In the wildly smoky shadows
Reflection of your broken bones
Because they were brittle and weak

Drowning in a fire
You’re burning with passion
And I never saw some one die so gracefully
Like an aesthetic song

Demons dancing to an absurd rhythm
Dazzled in a whirlwind of flames and blood
In a haze of lightning and fire
Called upon the glorious dead

They carry rustic axes
And archaic glinting swords
But you left without a fight
Welcoming your sufferance

But I don’t think you feel it
The screams turn into laughter
You’ve lost your hopeless soul and mind
In the madness and the fury

You’ll charge the looming gates of hell
And shake the bars of your new cage
For even death has trapped you now
Trapped in a hell

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