The Onslaught.

Hands held to the sky,
Swallow the blood that stains your mouth,
Surrender to the battle cry.

Oh how cold the world is when the lights turn out,
A dark melody of feet that rush to push you down,
Ushering you to a sleep you will not wake.

The skin that crawls as the earth stops turning,
Blacking out as another blow comes your way,
The blood that leaves the heart as fire is burning all around.

A world so vile lays before your eyes and you can't fall no more,
Because you've already hit the bottom,
The dirt is singing you to sleep.

Close your eyes and take a ride down to the pit of hell,
But your already there,
Another hit stings your face and this battle wasn't even yours to have.

Already dead or dying but can't seem to tell,
Take away the lights from the soul and everything will grow with mold,
You took a fall into hell.