The Beast

The wind howls in the silence
of this midnight hour
The wind rages it’s fury shaking 
leaves from the limbs of the tree
The moon shines blood red 
upon this dreadful night
The smell of death lingers in
the midnight night hour
As time slowly fades with the rage
of the passing of the day

I could hear the calling of the
cold hearted demons
Trying to free themselves from
the chains that bound them
Wanted to be set free to bring
hatred and death upon us 
Collecting souls to feed their 
masters hungry craving

Time slowly ticks as the sand
slowly drips to the bottom
In a clear glass hour glass that
marks the time we shall have
The time has come for this world 
shall fall in to darkness 
And the demons of the underworld 
shall be set free 

What have we done for faith to
lay this judgement upon us
As the darkness slowly forms
swallowing the light above
Darkness grips this beating 
heart of mine
Turning a heart of gold
Into a heart of stone 

The time has come to have everlasting 
sleep in a land of darkness 
To have my soul brought to the
raging flames of hell
To spend my life bounded to an
eternity of pain and suffering
So hello to the beast of the dead
who has claimed his prize