Under Blackened Skies

Within the shifting shadow stands a new abomination-

Born from Revenge, Wrath, Scorn, and Sorrow, bathed in Devastation-

A monster made inside the coldest cavern down in Hel-

It seals the Sickness deep inside, so slow, it’s still damnation-

In ancient times so long ago, a thousand winters previous-

It came about; it’s soul without, and writhed from wrongs so grievous-

It writhed, and writhed in agony, no quarter there befell-

And soon it lost all idea of sense; but clang to breath, delirious-

No name was seen to fit it right, and so no name was given-

In silence it screams one final time, into Oblivion driven-

Like shattered glass upon the floor, it gives a vengeful roar-

Destroyed and decimated, done, and into pieces riven-

And yet, behold, it cannot pass, just one of many lies-

With dragon’s wings and Flaming winds it rises and it flies-

So into War this demon soars, a victim nevermore-

This New Abomination reigns under Blackened Skies.