Through Hell

the brightest of angels haunting beauty masks your ill intent satan, deceiver, your pride is an infection your eyes burn beautifully with hatred your carrion heart is as cold as winter's chill spread your furious wings and take flight to deceive the

fighting with the king by my side he is lord over all the lands i feel the light,the heat from this sword held in my hands broad and tall, these shields we hold long and sharp, our blades one more demon headless now as blood, like rain, cascades i tr