Fire

The sky turns black through the plumes of smoke,
gold and red embers rising from the ground below,
the tallest of mountains lye in ruins of stone.

Why in the world can there be no hope?

Feel the wrath upon your skin,
as he fly's in from no-where with scales for his skin.
He'll burn the cities of Eden and leave you within,
taking your soul and leading your sin.

Why in the world can there be no hope?

Cities will crumble, roads will collide,
the earth will tremble shatter and die.
A boiling inferno, rivers run dry,
filled with the husks of lives that once thrived.

Forever he'll roam casting hell upon life,
withered the lands no-one able to fight.
His thrown is claimed, a world of his own,
to begin again for the end has grown.