Dark clouds approach foreboding the Devil’s Day
But I have known for some time and now the Sinner’s are gonna pay
The putrid taste of Blood still lingers in my mouth
It might as well be water because it’s just as thin contrary to what most will say
For a score I’ve been tormented by lost souls
And lets not forget that poor seed growing in the weeds – bad choices were made
All are into arrears to Satan for a sum that can never be re-paid
On the eve of atonement, there on the mountaintop I stand
In fire and fury with E’PEE in hand
One by one their hearts are seared without conscience, without mercy
Until to an uneasy rest their debts are laid
Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi
lifemeaning4u - Mavrik 