In the Devils Path

He has left his touch , I know this much by the vacant stares they posses . He has since passed through , And his evil too with the curses I loathe and detest. His reign will not end , Until man is condemned and all that he seeks is wiped out , All pure is consumed , Savaged and ruined Left to rot without doubt. The stench that remains , Drives a stake through the pain , To remind of the torture that's been , Felt but not touched , Though tasted too much , So alive - it'll never be seen For hope cannot thrive , If there's no hope alive , Nothing but dark destitution , Your spells here won't work , On the demons that lurk , For this is our last retribution. 22/11/11