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This is my madrigal of doom...

I preach a fucking bloody end

To the tombs, mankind I send

Winged creatures of havoc carry...

...the instruments torture

Straps of leather and poles of black wood

Mounds of bones where the cross once stood

Hear the Thunder

See the Flames

Smell the Sulphur

Commence the Torture-games!!!

The headless birds that pray for you;

Bring bitter comfort

As the instruments of death are being dragged...

...across a landscape twisting in agony

By crippled beasts chanting a funeral rhyme;

"These wounds will not heal in time!"

Iron of torment

Frying flesh

Decadent sadism

Rusted spikes caress

Horrible screams are sounding,

terrible laughter is heard

Spoken in many tongues a frightful judgement;

"DEATH" is the only word!

Your karma is crushed, torn apart

and buried in ashes

Your earthly remains are nothing

a mere collection of horrible gashes

An empty mind,

clinging to the feeble remains of life

The final beast of your heart...

Then you realize the judgement came from

within (yourself)

And that Hell indeed is the place you call home

As your last whispered words descend from your lips

The tormentors wash off the blood from their whips

No more laughter

No more hope

Your beloved earth

In the end of a rope

On a hill, rising above the scarred landscape

As a white dove spreads its wings to fly

An arrow pierces its heart and it descends...

Into the bleak sunset on the wings of fucking damnation!

To see replaced

Milleniae of misery

With...

An eternal clarity...