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