Malum

I call upon all evil, great and strong
So I may send these fools where they belong
These mortals shall have no place to run
For by hells’ might , my will shall be done

As these mortals to hell shall go
A river of blood and tears shall follow
Their eyes scream to know why
As they slowly fall to their knees and die

I rip the flesh from their bones
And laugh at their screams and moans
All their deaths will be painful and slow
As a stream of blood begins to flow

When they all are finished and dead
I lie down to rest, on my bed
For after all this blood and violence
There will be nothing left, but the cool, sweet silence.