Fire burns through veins red with blood
Lava oozing in a tumultuous flood
Eruptions of cataclysmic ashen breath
Embers and stones of seismic death
Corruption leaves it's scars of pain
Bubbling masses of volcanic rain
Skies burdened and heavy with dust
Rumbling clouds streaked yellow with puss
Infection looms in darkening skies
Bones and fragments from those who died
Boiling, screaming; a terrifying brew
Of all those who've thought but never knew
The power would come from beneath the land
A birth of demons from satanic glands
Hell's gates open with only one key
The lose of love in complacency
Not one is left; no not one
For all have burnt in the falling sun.