My bloody scythe hits the neck of the wasted denied souls
I have to kill many to reach the land of depravity
The lost souls of opponents is consumed by the ghouls
The wind brought back their cries
Hear their weeps…
Echoing amidst the havoc of the dead universe…
Shifting my way to the field of rotten carcasses
My violet spell was cast to reach the masses
Your eyes are beholding
The sword is still in my holding
Soon the force will push me to my destination
One by one those mortals are slain
Those who survived are dying in pain
As the venom distributed through their veins
With sinister magic I will commence to disdain
The goals are near yet it’s unreachable with my hands of fear
The sky is now weeping, no longer bright and clear
The dancing angel with an aura of violet light
Is teasing the dead with those awesome eyes sight
And that’s why I’m attracted to fight………
My violence
Evil intelligence..
-- the end --

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