Rose Funeral

Created from the limbs of god, an angel of bone and filth,
Has risen to wage the war of hell
An act of doom, at dawn has brought forth the dead.
Ashes turn to dust. The sky has burnt black.
Now your in my grasp
A blood filled tourture.
A scream of death.
Remain insane.
They Scream
And Bleed,
Burns Alive.
I see the sins,
Through my eyes.
We wait for the souls to walk in the night
The possession of minds to take once more.
Dream upon the severed heads
We feast tonight.