Devil Incarnate

Howling winds blow across the moor  
Releasing screams of victims past  
In leadened skies a veil of tears  
Slain where lay the devils mask.  
  
An incarnation of pure evil  
The sacrificed, the weak he preyed  
Victims’ bodies broken, torn  
Left buried in a shallow grave.  
  
A furnace burns in the devilish pit  
Delusions of grandeur, disturbed beyond reach  
Lungs are filled with the stench of death  
His desire, his passion where hell is unleashed.  
  
Tear stained eyes, blurred with fear  
Stare into the fire of hell  
Insulted both in life & death  
A state of mind a tolling bell.  
  
In a final dance secrets held  
From the nightmare, victims now deceased  
Bereaved endure, minds still tortured  
Degenerate sadist beyond belief.  
  
Young angels sit now with their maker
May their souls forever rest in peace
While Lucifer now lay’s in wait
For on blackened soul’s a relished feast.