Whistling Winds

Whistling winds eerie sounds of death Roam through the forest that lies within the graveyard, Graves inviting frightening corpses to be displayed As they crawl out looking for a soul to feast upon, Ghastly figures roam with shackles placed upon their legs, Screaming hells vengeance on those that condemned them To walk forever in purgatory flames, Deadly apparitions materialize In search of possessing Some Young woman's body to channel their energy to do their will, Gruesome creatures of the night howl for the hunt, Ravens cry soothing sounds of those souls That been reap this night. Whistling winds create eerie sounds, That float through trees and the meadows, Bringing whispers of death is coming To ravage the soul of men, Wreaking havoc In their heartless souls. Showing only the pain they have caused Among there own people and destruction Of this fertile planet they are guest of, Releasing the demons from hell to open Their gates once more to roam the skies. Raining down there fury of horror among The lands as they consume the essences of man, Leaving only gloomy despair and death In their path as frail flesh torn from bones fall to the grave, With blood flowing like a river, screams echo mercy, But can't find none as the moon fades into darkness and rain of Fire and blood fall from the skies to cleanse These lands of the sins of man.