Devil Cry

I watch these angels fall of shattered skies,

scatter cross this place where corpses thrive.

And inside the burning derives of all the sin,

Desirable toys will always win.


I watch these devils fly across the wicked skies,

a dismal place where demons thrive.

Haunting every helpless innocent,

Hell bent fury forging such ill content.



False enchantments lose their sway,

Darkness's advancements shadows portray.

Putrid creatures rage as reapers,

feeding off you hollow soul.

I watch the darkness bleed across the skies,

Hope leaves remorse as wraiths thrive.

Feeding of these worthless lives

echoed screams all but die.


Run my child and try to hide.