Ashes to the ground.
Evil is near,
Eating our brains,
Drinking our sweat,
Sweat made by fear,
Demons possessing our bodies,
Devouring our soul.
When the light appears,
It is too late,
The evil has won,
We are burning from the light,
Screaming for the demons to help us.
The demons crawl out of the living corpses,
And disappear
But wait,
Why are we still burning?
Because we have become the evil ourselves.

                     Ashes to the ground.