Fear Itself - Ares Kingdom

I bleed as a wound ripped in my flesh

Slash destiny into each arm…

With blood, with fire

Dead blood flows from my veins

(My blood feeds the firestorm)

And withstands the spreading blaze

Before the harvest of souls

Death whets his gleaming scythe

The sound of stone on steel

And sparks as lightning across the sky

Fear not you righteous ones

Though Death is always the winner

He is also easily appeased…

Never fear the night

Never fear the darkness

My breath scorches like desert winds

Far above the reek and stench

Time will come to pay — hell won’t be enough

Desire feeds the leaping flames

Firestorm — smoke rises to the sky

Entrenched bodies — frozen, charred stumps

Screaming in silence as echoes fade

The light of peace glows dying red

The civilized veneer is drawn like a curtain

Drawn for the next act of blasphemy

And falls when the course is crimson drenched