Apocalyptic cries of lust
amidst the thrusts of revelry
disguise the trust of midnight's eve
with jewels that glitter blissfully
A crescendo of knifes ignite to aid
the people's faith in tyranny
whence heathens came to breed and pain
lives and loves are lost to our disease

One red rose
in its death throes
explodes like supernovae.
Loves delight
shines its last light
plummets down like a boulder.

Sensations bring temptation
into the lives of many others
through dusk our silence golden
demonic hordes of devilry

Spill forth to sweep the night sky...

Fires burn in the looted towns
that suffered their deathly villainy
o'er the mountain peaks
and through the deepest valley
was no reflection of dawn
to be found on this day
evil dreams and a kiss of death
to take all life away...