This day reeks of blood and death.
The sky is black and dressed in  clouds.
The gloomy air just burns your lungs.
The red light is killing your eyes.
A sound of drums start sounding around.
You start falling.
Struggeling to ignore it you are.
Meaningless!
With claws your eyes are by force opened
And you see it,
The mighty parade of hell began.
The young lord greets the new offsprings,
Tortured souls...