Behold! The End Has Come

Dancing with the darkness that occupies the sky.
Tears of the saints stain the pain of the irrefutable suicide.
Their tongues bring forth the entrance of the black beast.
Their mouths are open graves, their souls are deceased.

The spider spoke to them time ago in the rainy season.
He told them that the green paradise was their Eden.
The spider clutched them in the sharpness of his stare.
The air of deception lingered there.

The seven circles appear within the shroud of flames.
Each represents the spirit of a king once slain.
Red eyes pierce their bloodstained skin.
Crucified with the hope of living again.

The sky went red amongst the crimson valleys.
The soils cried out for their fresh new bodies.
Engraved in the earth was the seventh circle.
Provided by the demon that proved to be unmerciful.