Last War

Stepping over bodies of the slain.
Mourners cry,
and Satan laughs at their pain,
and Hell awaits another forsaken soul to die.
The gun in the monster's hand kills.
The women and children run for their lives.
Dictators bend and twist against souls will.
There's hand to hand combat.

Blood pours from bodies freshly drained.
Full moon brings the beast,
demons gloating over souls freshly slain.
Tonight the unspeakables feast.
Savor flesh in this last war,
midnight and vampires roam.
Sip the forbidden wine and cry for more,
lost souls cry for a place to call home.

Angels wings stained with blood.
Hear the mourners scream,
mourners fall to their knees in need.
People lost in their bloody dreams.
Death touches the shoulder of man with a deathly hand.
The saying," For whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee."
Watch the hourglass drip bloody sand,
no light in sight for us to see.

The sky has turned red,
fire consumes all beauty left,
hope is dead,
we're all at the hand of Death.
Has God turned his back?
We cry for his mercy,
but we're hurtled into black.
We're doomed to infinity.

Mourners hold cherub's hand,
suffer the war waiting for God
to deliver us unto the promised land.
Will Heaven give more than just a passing nod?