Upon the winds of vengeance

I am cloaked in grayish skies
a thunderstorm conjured within the night
The lightning strikes from within my eyes
Vengeance is mine to reap tonight
Alone I fly, through a moonless sky
A darkened hole of emptiness deep inside
Crucified and left to die
My body rots but my mind still thrives

And now the landscape is so surreal
Forever changing paths and luminous hills
Thunder roars as my anger grows
My breath sweeps the land as the blood flows

(upon the winds of vengeance.)
My wrath is a vortex of twisting pain
Of tearing wind and crushing rain
Total devastation, nowhere to hide
My apocalypse comes thrice

A hurricaine of screaming souls
Towering waves reaching forth toward their foes
The graves of your dead, torn from the earth
Into the abyss, forever interred

The valkyrie of death has unquenchable thirst
Claws that grasp life, will insure no rebirth
As death marches to the ancient hymn
Undying forces rule the land once again.

Mountains spewing forth the blood of earth
Burning the land, paving a path for the dead
The earth is ours once again.