He Comes

He comes throw unknown storms
to take the souls of those born
to women only with a mark
upon there neck and across there heart
a symbol wrote throw out the times
to people forced to here the crimes
of demons and witches and hells of time

a fire that burned across the face
of nations and places of long told race
were hero's and gods fought to and fro
only to find them selfs brought low
O he comes throw the night
that demon that creature of sick and blight
to take the souls of young little boys
who fear the darkness neath there bed
and never look in fear of their head...

©Insanity