Burned alive, dead on the stake. The feeble souls are mine to take. Brimstone smell, with the stench of hell. The horror burns in their eyes. The weak little souls, there's no escape. Holy sheep are mine to take. Christian prayers fail once more. Their frail savior beaten to the ground. Drowned in a lake of fire. Burning the remains so you'll learn. Christ is dead, the two-faced liar. I'm burning his soul, in the flames. His broiling soul is just what you smell.
TheDarkLordLucifer 4 years ago