Herushingu (Intransitory)

Some sanctuary of flame,
Some cage of broken glass,
There's no rhythm in that place.
There's no greater harm than escape.

London's greatest fear
Keeps the city hostage still.
Beasts the world does not believe in
Step forth to breed and kill.

But now a beam of amber hangs
On a coat of arms in silver.
And Hellsing's Jackal lies in wait,
All 55 caliber.

The shot destroys the beast
And the supernatural ether.
But however many perish,
There's always more to meet him.

In the underworld of reality,
In the rampant face of fear,
I see an advocate of peace.
I see a rescue lacking cheer.

Flashing teeth and holy water,
Brings a saviour far too loud.
A 30-millimeter cannon,
With incendiary rounds.

The blast prevents the bite
And the preternatural transfer.
But however many perish,
There's always more to meet her.

This is worse than Ripper's London,
This is more than human threat.
Now there's Hellsing Special Forces.
Now there's a secret move to win.

Ockham's razor was a lie:
You can't choose the simpler
Of the two explanations.
All and none apply to demons.

It's like a symphony of blood
In this city underground.
The beautiful sounds of gore,
All extinguished now.

Long lives Hellsing and Co.,
Against the bitter evils of the past.
Heroes fighting immortal terror,
But murderers to the last.