Hell's Reign

Death has come to those who weap, the weak, the worthless, the ones who sleep. Slipping through the trees, breathing the air, the conquering maddnes over comes all. The things you wished have vanished, the rancid sting of life so real, death before them hear my cry, sick, sad, and weary. The time has come, you've lost your lord, deserted you feel, deserted you are, in this vail of maddness you call hope. -666