Year Of The Blood Black Skies

Within the deep and dark of each the screams of souls
is heard and crying out in pain of searing flesh are
human beings cast into the void created by an inhuman
kind, which rules over all upon the earth sowing fear
and death and hatred throughout for each and every being
alive in consciousness of thoughts, just enough to hear.

Seeking each within the mind of a life thirsting hunger
is the shadow absolute and darkening, enveloping this
and every land on earth, bringing into all a clamor for
the salvation of the light within eternity's slumber.

Above in the skies which reflect all beings pain of will
is painted the signs of loss and through each moment
left for humankind a thousand souls are burned and lost.

In the end there comes this time where all men meet and
linger in separate sight and unforgiving hate filled
themes of evil conqueroring thrusts reaching out to all.

This time is here, this is that time, no more will prayer
suffice look out and witness the year of blood black skies
and weep for the screaming souls who will not last the night.