The winds of the west witch

That thee shall meet thy death 
By the crevices of burning hell
Inside the black belly of fire
Burning into the night 
On the mountain peak 
Into the sky of pain 
For the monsters long neck 
Shall reach inside thee heart 
Unto and until
She undoes mortality 
That ye shall flee 
Into the low plateaus 
As the swords of inhumanity 
Lay bare unto God 
Thick blood extracted 
Provided to the infants of life
That they shalt suffer 
For which thee death comes 
Without resistance nor pain
Rather with white ghosts called angels 
In the gardens of time and 
The winds of the west witch 
So thee shall meet thy death 
Once more;  first waking in light 
As to extinguish the dark night