Hands of destiny strangle the soul,
Boundless, brutal and blood laden,
Jubilant in the agony of the whole,
The evil engulfs mortals with abandon.
Heedless to the cries of the crushed,
Casting deathly shadows,
Of sunken past and sore present,
The dreaded dances on darken hallows.
Submerged in a surfeit of pain and gore,
Seething in hideous ire,
The Satan spawns an eerie torrent
Of grief and suffering never felt before.
Anguish in every bone and breath,
Hurt and horror all around,
I hold the fragments of my bleeding heart,
Whilst the hound plays his final part.
