And Death Soon Shall Come

Circled by evil
fed from the head of the black beast
the musician plays a harmony as
cold as death as red as a rose

No white light
of angels whispering calmly through
terrified ears only murderous laughter
echoing as enemies move in slow motion

Masquerading themselves
as priests with gator smiles hiding
dark secrets beneath cloaks one by one
wait to shame me