Demon Days

It's the darkest day of every year
the day when every one learns true fear.
The red sky cries the blood of those from hell
red tears full of sin from the demons who fell.
Those that were taken by the reaper
rise from their graves like creaper.
Demons with eyes of blood decay skin and no soul
the Devils hellhounds brought back for one goal.
The dark day when hells army rises to spread destruction
the biting and killing of people to add to hells collection.
No human gate can stop them no weapon can kill them
they move on like mindless dead men.
Thirst for blood and hunger for flesh and bone
the unforgiving Devil sits at his throne.
The Reaper standing by the Devils side
watching the Demons move like a tide.
When the Devil is done with his hellish games
he leaves the world engulfed in flames.
To come back to get those who stay
to get those who saw the Demons Day.

by shadow
posted on 04/04/2007