Where The Red River Flows

In the field the fire burns,
To ashes the bodies do turn.
Souls torn to one's delight,
To never again see morning light.

High in the sky,
Angels cry.
Do to yet.....,
Another crimson tide.

The Angel Of Darkness,
At my side.
Together we fulfill,
Every darkened crime.

Out in the distance,
There she stands.
As the blood,
Continues to drip from her hands.

Mistress of the night,
And mother to all who are damned.
She once again,
Makes her stand.

Here in the valley,
Where the red river flows.
This......,
Is where darkness shall forever roam.

Repleted in awe,
And jaded to all.
I still continue,
To stand tall.

From the mountaintop,
The wolves howl,
And through the fields,
My demons do prowl.

Eating the flesh,
Of those who once lived.
They enjoy the life,
That is all so bliss.

In the field the fire burns,
To ashes the bodies do turn.
Souls torn to one's delight,
To never again see morning light