Worms of the dead, they dance on their souls.
Darkness and misery left in the smoke.
Where is their wisdom when they denied the truth.
Where are their screams silenced and mute.
For they choose to love evil and it did not love them.
It used up their spirits and betrayed all of them.
With the gnashing of teeth in the darkness of space.
Or the fire of brimstone inflaming their pains.
Why did you not consider, why did you deny?
The power of the creator who has sentenced you to die.
