Flames of Armageddon

Under the shade of the dying trees
Come the shadows of souls in search
Of forlorn hearts to infest and seize
The dying breath of the burning church.
Weathered pages litter the graves
Of the dearly departed who cry out in shame
At the futile labors of life's slaves
As the enemies arrive to set it all aflame.

Show your stripes to me,
And we'll destroy all this blackened filth.
Show your soul to me,
So we can lay to waste this supposed wealth.

The crows gather and laugh, amused
At the ones who try to crawl away.
Dark thoughts whisper desires refused
And torment weak minds day by day.
But the light reflected from the sculptres
Illuminates the blood spilled by their blades
Which is circled by hungry vultures
And hidden in dark and misty glades.

Give your heart to me,
And we'll wash away our each and every sin.
Give your breath to me,
So we can break away from this hell within.

When the sun sets on that final day,
The wolves will come and rule it all.
The moon hangs, pale and grey
And as Her life drains She begins to fall.
The land looks up to behold pure terror
In the burning sky of Armageddon
Never to realize the fatal error
That cursed this broken fallen heaven.

Tell your lies to me,
And never understand my burning vengeance.
Tell your name to me,
So you can receive your false repentance.