The 7th coming

As our rabid force draws near
Nature writhes in agony and slowly ceases life
In our wake lies a trail of ash
Scourge unto the kingdom above
For we herald the coming of damnation

Golden halls we coat with flesh and pus
Lava flows in our veins
As water flowed from the now dead rivers

The sky is cloaked in ash
Sun and moon cannot see
Endless torment and suffering can be heard
In the thick, still air

We rejoice as angels suffocate in our ruinous climate
Now dawns a new epoch
Where chaos will replace order
And all shall fear the mighty tormenter

Spawn of Asmodeus ride throughout the land
And unfasten the limbs of whom you please
For all are slaves
To our anti-lord

Go forth and unpurify the souls of virgins
In this world there are no rules