Horror Of The Soul

Let blood run free in rivers dark,
Yon crimson life a'draining,
Let shadowed whispers guide your hand,
The rage infernal burning.

A bloody knife lies in your grasp,
Why ignore the luring call?
Forsaken glory to proclaim,
The time to end it all.

Let manic visions draw your path,
Windows fast'd doors closing,
And now dark anger consumes the soul,
The hatred everlasting.

Yet only death grants pure release,
From life's distant decay,
The ending nigh with time to kill,
And many more to slay.

A withered tree stands by the side,
The marker of a grave,
I hear the cry of souls dead near,
The darkness that I crave.