Distorted frames, creating war hurricanes
Suicidal dish, perpetual wish
Killer alone, sniping at crushed bone
Nobody answers the red phone
Is all finally set and done?
Death pretending to be Seth
Blood dripping from the white bed
Have we met?
This is not a threat
friendly fire everyday attire
Bullets of pain hitting your bloody vein
heads slain, crimson-minded affairs that can not be named
The secret war for this domain
Blood spilled, killers wet dreams
so it seems
Kill or to be killed
Are you not thrilled?
Fools death or eternal life
Everything needs some kind of price
answer now or lay low
accept the death and go
Cowards advise, deadly price
violent admission, volatile ignition
On the battlefield, no one needs a signed permission
Born on the wrong side of the heaven
cipher is his name under number seven
Battle rages, falling mages, flying sages
falling red sky Will she even try?
Now is the time, to make a difference
enter the ring and make an appearance
Bullets in the sky, too many will die
hopeless cry, close the shattered eye
Thor and Thunder make you wonder.
All this slander, flesh, and soldiers’ meat
fallen on the devastating, streets
Who is killing who?
Is this the last war, the last scar
On her face, cruel mace
Saucers fly, heil!
The last part of the puzzle must stand by
Old debt paid in blood
Another biblical flood?
Word up in heaven, War under number seven
furnace below turned to eleven
Thirteen would be just a sin
Riots, pools of blood
naked laser dots, food for thoughts
Nothing is ever lost
no matter the cost
Hells has too many stories to tell
time to break the timeless spell
The mood on the field has earned the yield
Naked Bones prancing around heavenly horses
Soul and body violently divorced, the hand has been forced
The battle is on, the target is written on the gun
Everyone is searching for desolated Fun
In this cursed, wounded town,
It used to be white now is just dull and brown
Death is very loud, it moves around
it this sleepless town
Naked views, killer lips
Another body dips, a slash of the whip
Death riding on this day, having a trip
Will this ever stop?,
Do we need another “atomic bomb”
Humans and angels battling side by side
diversity cries with no obligatory divide
houses on fire, devils fueled, and for hire
quagmire, tornado of souls unfolds
Preachers of the gun, praying to the sun
game of life and death is no more fun
Son of the Man, do what you can
Fight under the sign of the light
endure this bloody night
Someday all will be alright
but there must be somebody willing to fight
The dice of life has fallen on you, gather your crew
Ride in the sunset, this is something you must do
If not you who else, knows how to dance?
Horses are getting tired, you are still wired
Another plane lights the northern sky another soul dies
Another body slowly fries
another mother cries
flames and metallic blood, poor Sod
Can this ever be told?
War is not a game of chance, war is not a promised romance
It is a cruel truth, please enter the ring if you would…
Earth tremors, escaping demons looking for foul lemons
Only death for you is the true escape
Anything else would be a horrible mistake
Have you chosen the side, Have you taken the right bride?
Smooth, talking Devil in your head aside
world sighed another rocket hits from behind
Fire and flame eating their game
Will it ever be the same?
Nothing without you, what else can I do?
Calling your name is not the same
Blame, will blame ever end?
Can you and I finally be friends?
what is next? Has the writer lost the text?
Flaming doors, rotting empty floors
Death eats his victim with no remorse
There is nothing left to endorse
“Peace through force”?
Sounds weird, of course,
It is a lame expression, full of dirt and tension
Heaven and Hell tonight are dancing very well
How many lives were lost., nobody can tell…
Another death bells, another bullet sells
The stock exchange has no limit, it is truly a strange exhibit
shorten the range, avenge
Break this plastic and hollow Stonehenge
Pick up your change, make a stance
Silver Bullet is ready to kill this lycan,shape-shifting romance
Evil of old, you have been told
Please disengage, and go to hell, suits you more than well!
Red flowers for the death, a worthy present for the wounded Seth
What is it going to be?
Macbeth, or just plain old death?
Close the curtain…
This act is over, I am more than certain.