A man shadows near by, his body broken and blistered.

Children's screams

Haunt his dreams

While demons taunt and whisper.

He sings his lonesome song to the bewitched sky of red.

The devil's cry

Fills the night

In the land of all but dead.

The crows guard with unblinking eyes; the hurting's sound, a roar.

Darkness whips

Flesh then rips

Hope: a prisoner of war.

A poor boy's eyes spotted a girl, in whom her heart, he stole.

In love he fell

Down to Hell

For death has taken its toll.