Consumed Souls

The flames rise as yet another soul is consumed by the darkness of not
only time, but the very memory of mankind. Rest in peace you old bat,
for the next realm of which these mortals call 'hell' awaits you. The
guitar sings for your soul, and you must answer your call. So depart
from me you foul-breathed human, and join the tormented souls in which
await to eternally punish you below.