What would you do,
If I died tonight,
Against the final sun.
Laid face down,
In the dirt,
Where my blood shall be run.
Where my last wish,
Will never falter,
Along with this body I've laid.
he just sat there,
Across from me,
As I watched his life just fade.
And his next breath,
Will be in hell,
Tortured everyday.
As they look,
for more dead souls,
They find someone next to him.
hung up in a tree,
as lifeless as he could be,
with a rope made of Barbed-Wire.
and on past him,
there are more dead,
just a Burning in the fire.
they search,
and Search,
for more dead souls.
until,
Finally they,
Kill each other.
Its on this ground,
That they Creep without a sound,
waiting for that hellous day.
To Open the Gates,
The realm into hell,
the souls that must lead the way.
No time to mistake,
Death and Corruption,
for the thousand Angels Flying Above.
they are here,
for the battle,
the odds are now even,
Its now time,
but first to begin,
they must have to hate in order to love