Judgement day.

A misty stream,
Of stolen souls,
Floating beneath me,
Under the boat.
I hear a voice,
Across the bay,
To summon me closer
On Judgment day.

Drawn to the darkness,
Against every reflex,
I soar in the shadows,
On the river Styx.
Here in the underworld,
They call me astray,
Summon the dead
on Judgment day.

Your eyes are a portal,
I enter to Hell,
With the flames of eternity,
Inside myself.
Your tongue is a whip,
Whipping the slaves,
Pouring tar in the hearts,
Of the dead in their graves.

Your three headed dog,
growling unfed,
Feasting on flesh from
The living and dead.
I tremble,
Hearing your laugher astray,
Wheedling me closer
On Judgment day.

Yours
Sember Ardens Obsession