Followers of Doom

The followers of doom always die before their time,

They know their coming back, inside their twisted minds.
This mammoth black mass, beckons at my feet,
It summons me away to my eternal resting place.

Evil is the power that’s ruling this planet,
Sparring not a life, and saving every relic.
Enough’s not left behind, I won’t even gloat,
No ones saying much, there screams are low notes.

I don’t want to see the aftermath of war,
I just want to feel the pain at deaths door.
Nothing left inside of your darkest depths,
The secrets you conceal are only miniscule whelps!

Satans gonna lead you, into your own demise,

Cause evil is a power that’s untouched be design.