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.
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