Bells that chime with malcontent
shall toll the sounds of dread.
Whistles cry with detriment;
the hour of death's ahead.

Fields are razed, and valleys hazed;
miasma shall ensue.
Mountains crumble; end of days
rides 'pon the heels of doom.

Death has come for everyone;
no cornerstone unturned.
Putrefy to purify;
with blood, your lakes shall churn.

Sanctity's naught but a dream;
rescind your factions few.
It's all for one to come undone,
and all shall burn with you.

Clouds aflame, for in His name
the sky comes thund'ring down.
And when this land rests in His hand,
He'll take our throne and crown.

Tyrant-force with no remorse;
from out the sea, He'll rise.
He leads His thrall to conquer all,
with fire in His eyes.

Apocalypse shall head the Styx;
the river shall run high.
And to the banks, you stand in ranks
and heed Lord Charon's cry,

"File in, all ye of sin."
His cackles crack the trees.
*"Thy Earth undone, my kingdom come.
Now sunder unto me."

Lazed beneath the sycamore,
we laid upon the forest floor
amidst the myriad hues of leaves,
so picturesque in reverie.

As we basked within the shade
we'd reminisce our latter days.
Our dream come true in years to come
with hope our threads of fate stay spun.

Kiss me here, oh darling dear;
that's what you'd whisper in my ear.
You'd draw me close into your soul;
not once could I resist your pull.

We'd traipse the earth between the trees;
forever yours I thought I'd be,
until the day that you weren't there...
until the day that you weren't there.

And just like you, the leaves were gone;
not one lone branch did they lay upon.
Our footsteps where we once had walked
now cloaked beneath a sheet of frost.

And from the sky poured shades of gray;
the sun will hide to mark this day.
I'll be right here, oh darling dear;
that's what you'd whisper in my ear.

Our dream come true had turned to naught,
just as our tree had fell to rot.
Now there's nothing left to find,
save for the memories left behind.

Razed beneath the sycamore,
I wrest my soul forevermore.
Our cherished past runs 'cross my eyes,
and dies within my own demise.

There lies a place with nary a trace;
a solitude bound by sin.
It's far beyond the light of dawn,
and twice as dark within.

It's here you'll find the sands of time
have ceased their endless flow,
and should you come beyond the sun,
you'll lose yourself below.

A harrowing fear is all you'll find here;
its haunting perpetuates nigh.
This trial of death claims ill of breath;
'tis here you shall never, ever die.

For inside these walls bear petulant thralls;
the likes, you've never endured.
A rancor so stained with ill-met refrain;
a housing for all the unpure.

So solemn, the fray, in all disarray;
deliverance brought from down low.
And now that you're here, there's nothing to fear,
save for all that's in tow.

Bask in the bliss, you're sentenced to Dis;
this city, beyond the beyond.
And never again shall you reprimand
any, and all that you've wronged.

Murderous fiends beyond wildest dreams,
and those who longed for despair;
these patrons of old have lived the untold;
cower, as they take you there.

They'll show you the pain; every ounce of disdain
wrought from their memories passed,
and just when you think that you're on the brink
they'll mar you will all that they have.

Again, I remind you cannot resign
this life you've carved for your own.
Now pass through the gate, and suffer your fate
and know that you'll never be alone.

Come with me, we'll go and see
a world through eyes of despair,
where children cry their tears of blood
that rains from out the air.

Where bodies lie in every stye
that wraps 'round every bend,
and broken dreams lay in the streets,
never to flourish again.

Harpies flare through razor air,
and harlots ire the land.
Stay your breath, lest shall you fall
unto their starving hands.

Screams of fear ring loud and clear;
cacophonies tremble the wind.
Banshee wails doth trail the gales;
listen to the gospels of sin.

Gaze unto horizon's hue,
so beautifully bleak, and black.
Miasmic decay corrupts the dawn,
and chokes the daylight back.

The countryside's nowhere to hide,
for there's where cannibals dwell.
Marrow, bone and bloodied flesh
fill the outskirts of our Hell.

Drops of flame akin to rain
fall from out the sky
from toxic clouds of blackened smoke;
we're all gonna ******' die.

What say you, oh filthy shrew,
shall we sign you in?
Come inside, you've naught to fear.
Come bask within the sin.

Morbid hallways swathed in death,
smeared with blood soaked discontent,
wrought with cacophonic lament;
this is my asylum.

Eyeless gazes pierce the veil
that separates my mind from Hell.
Though, thin's the shroud that shan't prevail;
this is my asylum.

Lipless, toothless, ear to ear;
these wretched grins sinewed with fear.
Putrefaction rots their sneers;
this is my asylum.

This is where the dead don't die;
this hellion mire's where they abide
with fleshless hands stretched toward the sky;
this is my asylum.

Asphyxiation, let me breathe,
lest I join these mortuous fiends.
Purge my soul; I shall bequeath
myself to my asylum.