Dark Prophet, Arise

The low-spirited toll of the bell and flames lit,
Animal heads severed, used for decoration.
The prophet minister with his rock-on gesture in the air,
Standing with dignity, unleashing the scream,
Yelling out, “Hail Lord of Darkness!!”

Fiery sparks striking the moment of power
By the minister as he blasts the speakers.
Standing at ease he scans the worshipers,
Hands in the air and foot on amp,
The prophet minister is blessed with might.

Pacing the stage with his eyes locked at the admirers
He realizes he will not have to run or hide anymore.
With vitality and optimism within the center core,
The prophet minister makes a pact with the Dark Lord,
As he lives out his life with no regrets.